heartaches

My heart aches with loneliness in a room full of people
I cover up my pain with smiles and jokes
Tears run down my face in the darkness of my soul
My voice screams silent screams to hold you again
People say they understand but they can't and wont

Seasons of Our Life

Remind me, when the sun warms my cold bones, that life has not always been this way. Let its warmth show me that once, the cold did not reach so deeply. Let the wind whisper in my ear of better days, happier times, least I forget. Have the colors of the rainbow shoot far into the sky and brighten a grey, empty world least I forget the true colors of life.

Guilty as Charged

There is not one single person that I have talked to who does not feel guilt. The degrees of guilt are different of course, but it seems everyone has it. I had it for a long time after Tim died. Had I listened closer, done something different, spoke the right words, opened my eyes, sensed the impending doom... something, anything. Guilt has a long long list.