#125 Weightless

I’m standing on a cliff edge, looking down. The wind whips about my face, stinging my eyes. That’s why there are tears. The drop seems infinite, but I can see the bottom, I can see the bones. I shudder and look up, best not to think about skeletons now. Across the chasm are meadows and woods. I almost remember being there once, or maybe this side used to be more like that.

I step back. And again. Then several more times until I’m far enough from the edge that I have room to get up to speed. My feet pound the ground, I’m at the edge, I take one last step and then, weightless. The meadows call me but I start to drop. The skeletons are rushing up. They’re not all bones though, some are still wrapped in flesh.

I can see a face.

It’s mine.

They’re all mine.

#123 Rhyming is Best

This is a poem,
But it’s no fucking good.
Don’t read it, it’s shit,
Try a walk in the wood.

But wait, look hard,
Inside there may be,
A slither of meaning,
I hope you’ll agree.

I love to write,
But poems are hard.
What I’ve learnt so far:
I’m no fucking bard.

But I think what shows,
Is that rhyming is best.
Don’t laugh at this point,
It isn’t in jest.

Without a rhyme,
A poem just sucks.
Although with word order,
Sometimes it fucks.

Did you see what I did,
In the stanza above?
It was sort of a joke,
Random word, crap, dove.

I’ve now tried my hand,
At writing these words.
But I don’t think it’s one,
For you poetry nerds.

But this is my style,
I like to have fun.
No more though I say,
This poem is done.

#122 Backwards and Forwards

I look back on where we’ve come from and wonder how we got here. Now here is a wonderful place. We’ve made ourselves a home and it’s full of love and friendship and laughter. Back there, on the other hand, was hard. It took more work from either of us than I ever knew I at least was capable of. You were so strong though. That’s what got us through, whatever you might think. We grafted and bled, sweated and shed tears. I always knew it was worth it, that you were worth it, even when you didn’t believe that of yourself. But still, looking at it from now, I can’t believe what we accomplished.

I don’t look back too often though. Not because it scares me or is too hard see, but because I spend my time looking forward. Forward at my future with you.