Some verses

Why do I have to be this one
To face this struggle
To bear the brunt of this storm
To feel this blast alone
To be the only one

These four walls
They close in, they choke me
They laugh at me now
They know what I've done
To be the only one

I remember that night
The stare I caught
The fleeting past
How I wish to go back
To say my part, To get it right this time

You're so far away
My heart feels the pain
Of my lost soulmate
To sit here with these thoughts
To be the only one

So, stay with me here
Hold me up, Glue me back
Hop on a plane, catch a train
I won't turn you away
To be my only one

Where I Am

Where I Am

A streak of black brushes by me

I hear the cawing of the crows

Nature surrounds me

I just can't stop thinking about home

How we built it

How it broke

It's cold Where I Am

Time freezes and cracks

I step on the broken shards of glass

And comfort myself by sitting in this place

Where there is no movement, there is no pace

I see your face

I have to say goodbye --

Have to leave this place

Move forward where its warm

Move where I am safe

Look away from Where I Am

Find a better place ...

It's like a part of me died today

Among the doves

Among the pain

I saw the words burn in my gaze

The clouds parted --

As they tore at my veins

My Heart ached

My Head Throbbed

Blood congealing

I thought I had gone insane

No, not here

So crisp and cold

Bright and focused

Youth contrasting to the old

How clear

How strong, How alive - this hole in my gut

How sad, How sold - my soul felt

I quaked at the truth

I blocked it for so long

I saw it now

And it was not evil

But rather good and proud

Bold and sure

Right laced into the wrong

I knew the outcome was for the better

Those thoughts carried me along

But, still a hole remains

As the flesh curls at its sides....

Why does right come at such a high price?

                                                                               ~ Christine Brandon

He Walks

He walks

He knows not where

But, he holds the fear

The load he carries is dear

The shards of glass

So precious to him

Some glitter and are smooth

The others dig into his skin

But, all hold their value

So he walks with them 

The good and the bad from everyday within

His grace is felt

The day grows dim

His walk becomes a swim

And, then he reaches through the veil

Countless faces smiling back at him

Ones that he has missed for so... long

And feels and embraces them all

Then the wait --

It starts again

He waits for those

He cannot feel or touch

Thosewho he longs for patiently and lovingly

He waits ---

For those who miss his face.

                                              ~ Christine Brandon

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Hey there everyone. I'm designing this blog as a new beginning for myself. I place to vent, leave some thoughts, share some of my poetry and hopefully make some connections with new people.