puncture this paper heart. turn the volume down; i am not a paragon of perfection, and i never will be. stop them from meddling with my blossoms as they push through the ashes. cut the strings that loop and tangle. taper this fear; lengthen the peace. permeate the bottled up emotions and let relief pour out of the top. "create in me a clean heart" a total restoration. triumphant, i will be. poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017 photo taken by bryan gonzalez
kicking and screaming
on the cusp of twenty-four.
when will i grow up?
haiku by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
if i am to survive this, i must be catapulted by a detonation so powerful, it pushes me towards the sun. there, i can radiate alongside her and become infused with light. there will be reprieve from my woes and transgressions, leaving only the ability to paint an impressionable shadow on the earth.
it taunts me, this looming structure. this seemingly insurmountable precipice. casting long shadows even in the sunlit day. laughing at my many failed attempts. even if i were to defeat him, should i come tumbling down it's jagged sides to the very bottom, tired; forced to face him again? written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017 daily prompt: Precipice
Collaboration is the only way to get through this inhospitable stage of life. This maze with it’s many twists and turns, disappointments and tiny victories. When we at last can see the final bend, where there are no more walls or borders to maneuver our tired bodies through, all qualms will dissipate. We will know, as evidence proves, that we can manage whatever obstacle awaits us in the next stage of this life.