Behind the eyelid...

Behind my eyelids are vivid pictures.
Some like to call them memories.
Some like to call them dreams.
Some like to call them nightmares.

I call them truths.
When the night is calm
And the mind is clouded.
The tears come.

I can not seem to stop them.
They appear from nowhere.
The thoughts of yesteryear when
I had no say in what transpired.

Would the clouds ever clear?
Would the sun ever shine again?
God knows all pains and sorrows.
He heals all wounded hearts.

How do I allow anyone in?
I do not know where to begin
My heart and pride are my strengths.
I feel that without them I am nothing.

I do not know where to draw the line
I do not know how to live
I do not know how to heal
I do not know how to love....

Cinquain 1

God –
All-knowing, Powerful
Forgiving, Loving, Protective –
My light, my all:
Father.

the beginning...

in the beginning things were great.

i saw him, he saw me.

it was love at first sight.

the attraction was instantaneous.

what could be better?

we shared, we cared, we laughed and cried.

we touched, we sexed.

my feet never hit the ground for nearly a year.

just as quickly as these lines have ended,

so...did...we..........