Chocolate Chase

I'm not going to lie:
I love
loving
chocolate.
The need I have for it
- much like a smoker
needs their cigarettes -
has lead to
interesting
discoveries.
Such as the little wrapped
wonders
in the top of the pantry:
They looked
like little foil insects.
But really,
they were
truffles!
I did not discover this
until I bit into one,
and the pleasant surprise
- so simple and unexpected -
has made my day.

To health fanatics,
I ask:
if my need to consume chocolate
had not driven me to the
top shelf of the pantry,
would the highlight of my day
be nearly so sweet?

There Is A Door

There is a door.

I open it a crack
and glass is flying.
The shattered pieces
but my face
as they fly by.
Peaking in,
I see myself
as I once was,
huddled alone, broken,
on the floor.

This door is the past.

Sometimes events of today
bring me back
to the time when glass was flying;
a cyclone around my
beating heart.
I hate remembering.
But it is a part of
who
I
am.

I reach for the door again.

More prepared this time,
I duck
as shards shoot past.
I stare at the pitiful figure,
silent tears
dripping from her chin.
I take a deep breath
and I feel...
nothing.
Former pain will not be mine again.

I close the door quietly.

Turning,
I face today.
The white scars from the flying glass
are my legacy:
I can overcome - I've faced worse.
The door stands at my back;
I still feel its presence.
Around me, the air crackles
with electricity.
This, I can handle.

There is a door.

Word Offering

My very flesh
cries out
for my King.
How beautiful You are,
Lord!
I cannot be
apart
from You, and live.
My breath
is by Your grace.
My heartbeat
a demonstration of Your
neverending
crazy
LOVE.
I am nothing
without You.
You give me my
name,
You give me my
value.
I have nothing
to bless You with,
I have nothing
to give You
that isn't
already
Yours.
So I pour out this
word
offereing,
and my heart
feels You step
closer.
Oh
the joy it brings me,
Lord,
- how I smile -
when we
draw near
to each other.

Light Up

Light up,
my love.
Your heart burns in the night
and warms me
when everything else
is cold.

The Key

The key to my
heart.
You request
a piece of metal
that hangs on a chain
between my collar bones.

I smile at you,
and think
how silly it is
that you ask
for a physical representation
of what you
already
have.

Come closer.
Let's make some
memories.

Your eyes
are full of emotion
and
your hands
are never still.

With speech and
with silence,
we communicate.

I breathe in.

I breathe out.

I want to
disappear
inside of who you are.

I fell for you once,
I fell for you twice,
and I'm falling again -
without pausing to catch my breath.

I know nothing,
but that
you are one of the
greatest
gifts
I have ever received.

When you want to
hold my hand,
even when
they are dirty,
I cant help
but be amazed
that you love me
as
I
am.

It was with the
reopening
of something old,
that something
new
was made.

It is with bravery
and trust
that people draw near.

The privilege of
simply knowing
is an honor,
indeed.

I Blame The Rain

The rain is falling softly
on this empty,
quiet house.
There is a stillness
inside
that should not be
disturbed.


I reach for my
glass of tea,
uttering not a sound,
and find that I have been
whisked
off
by my imagination,
to a world I've made
of words in my head.



I have been told before,
that I am
now
expected
to act like an adult.

But
really.

Who wants to be one of
those
when they have the capacity
to
be
ANYTHING
?