Fear of Floating

Her uneasy soul was light as a balloon,
destined to float away and try to reach the moon;
his was like an anchor beneath the bright blue sea,
as strong and steady as a deeply rooted tree.
When she feared she’d slip away in life’s uncertain mist,
she would, for safety, tie herself around his wrist.

But life has its ways of spinning the heads
and tangling together unfitting threads.
She never meant to hurt, mislead, to be unfair.
It would be an ugly lie to say she didn’t even care.
She hung on every praise, on every word he’d say,
but he wanted to be needed in another way.

When he found what he was looking – the one that wouldn’t run.
the tie of former friendship had to come undone.
She had no right to cry, no right to truly mind.
Now she had to trust the winds to treat her kind,
and fly into the clouds that she’s been yearning.
But what if now she’ll have no way of returning?

Writer’s Block

Sometimes,
when the words get stuck,
I force them out of me
to tell the silent world
of my fear of losing;
to tell
how scared I am
of people walking out on me,
and of the loneliness
that lurks behind.
But the fickle little things
refuse to rhyme,
so I crumble up the paper
and toss it far way,
leaving myself
sitting here
without a way
to say I’m sorry,
without a way
to ask them
not to leave,
or to beg for them
to stay …