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It’s bottled up, there, just above your head.

A cloud filled with all the love I could never hold, a cloud filled with all the love I wanted to give to you, a cloud filled with desperation and hope and dreams and…

Don’t look up… or wait, maybe do.

It might rain down on you in a monstrous storm that I can’t control. I’ve been storing all my thoughts and feelings, storing them… waiting. And now, swirling around above your head like a storm cloud waiting to catch me off guard.

But still…

The rumbling echos of thunder, the blinding sparks of lightning — it’s all there, in the cloud hovering above that I am determined to regain control of.

I let it out, slowly… calmly, like the cleansing of a spring rain. It wants to explode from its bindings but I stay, there… locked in the moment. It falls gently… once again. Slowly, like the building up of a smile on a newborns face. It touches me… I let it. Rolling down my face as I raise my gaze to the now calm cloud perched in the sky.

Reminding me that love flows, gentle and affirming, careful and consistent.

But still…

Messy, tousled — ever-changing, fluid.

Mending your soul and breaking your heart.

Saving you a seat.

Love is the all of everything.

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I really love Amy Krouse Rosenthal. If you don’t already know of her… you should. Click the link to find out about her and the last installment of her Beckoning The Lovely Project, being released on 11/11/11.

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… and write the words that center my soul.

I must have walked a million miles, barefoot on eggshells all around.

Hoping I will soon take flight

and build my wings while falling slowly down.

Hoping I will float across these eggshells all around,

still, it never makes sense.

All the thoughts and words and feelings and pain and hurt and anger and longing and love and fear and comfort…

… and write the words that center my soul.

Give me peace from all these thoughts, all the mis-directions of my dreams, all the words that surfaced out-of-order.

I never wanted to be a lesson you had to learn.

I never wanted to be the reality of hate.

I never wanted to…

I must have walked a million miles, barefoot on eggshells all around.

… and write the words that center my soul.

To turn it all around,

to make the ending seem not so out of reach.

… and write the words that center my soul.

I must have walked a million miles, barefoot on eggshells all around,

these cuts so small you can barely see.

But me… I feel them.

Each one, I know what look put it there,

Each one, I know what word carved the scar deep into my skin,

Each one, I know what thought made me wish I could fly instead of walk,

across the jagged edge of the frail eggshells.

… and write the words that center my soul.

Sitting here, searching for them,

prying open my mind.

… and write the words that center my soul,

and hope they drown out the deafening sound of these cracking eggshells that surround —

all around.

I must have walked a million miles, barefoot on eggshells all around,

just to find my own words,

just to hear my own voice,

just to soar above the breaking of the eggshells…

I must have walked a million miles, barefoot on eggshells all around,

to get to where I am now,

to see the place I want to be,

to know it’s not so out of reach.

… and write the words that center my soul.

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I am thrilled to be part of a wonderful community of poets over at the Promising Poets’ Poetry Cafe and even more thrilled to be awarded this Perfect Poet Award. Please head over there and check out all the wonderful writers — you’ll thank me.

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