Poetry – Page 81 – Picking Up Roots

With You

I am of you,
I bleed with you
your hurts are mine,
I carry them
as a tattoo,
as I carry you;
this I will never drop,
I can handle my part,
I am with you,
in the light,
in the dark,
I am with you,
always

Steel

this body is a shield;
what it doesn't reveal
are the fault lines
of the soul,
the fragile cracks
tracing random patterns
around the heart,
kept from breaking
by the steel of the mind
forged by the fires of life,
trained to understand
what is outside
can only break you
if you give it purchase within

Better

the pieces of me
lie scattered upon the floor;
not having met my expectations,
I have taken a wrecking ball
to myself
that I might start again;

picking through the wreckage
I seek out the pieces that worked
and hold on to the shards of memory
of my failures

these are the first bricks
of my new foundation
as I rebuild
in a fresh attempt
to be better