12 months could never encapsulate the gem that I’ve found in you,
I’ll even say a lifetime won’t be enough to declare the truth
Of ten I think about how much value your love has added to my life
To say it’s benign is quite the understatement.
We said grace as we ate
Seventy times seven we’ve forgiven each other
Even when troubles hit us for six
HI fives, hugs and kisses always replace the tears in God’s timing.
I couldn’t ask for anyone better
Three words is all I have left
And I can’t wait to say them to you.
You are the only one for me babe,
I love you.
Dark clouds bring with them a heaviness; Stifling humidity that chokes rays of sunlight Threatening to burst into waterworks without warning. You shelter when the storms beckon, Enduring diligently for rain’s reprieve bucketing the leaks to cover your bases lest all your precious things get ruined. Dark skies cloud your judgement. Silver tongued plumes that birth unease. Sieving the optimism of the day to leave glum residue, and chiseling the edges of a smooth, polished constitution. They burst and fall and pour and pour flooding streets, filling banks, washing all away poking holes in the security of your home. But eventually They come to an end. Grey skies, weighty but waning, The sun will shine again.
My spirit is attractive and no, I don’t mean it’s pretty. It attracts energy; kleptomaniac for subtle meanings behind words and actions of my life’s almanac, all to subtly distract my mind from the intent of it all. An unseen attack, the bandit of my 26 year old adventure, The anchor in my grand caper that weighs down the paper of my self esteem because While I remain unbothered, my spirit bothers me. Since infancy, it has weaved insecurities based on evidences of perhaps and maybes All inclusive to the inconclusive notions of my worthiness. A fete of regrets, revelrous distress that says I am repulsive Cooler filled with intoxicating beverages that dull my judgement And leave me dancing to the music of my maladies. My spirit is attractive And unless I address the conflict between my truth and what’s true It will forever digress to the former. A divisive demeanor that says that my happiness Will always have a denominator of stress that leads me To become only a fraction of the man I’m meant to be Until I learn to stand up for myself, The mess of of negativity will always overwhelm my kind, gentle heart. Quite frankly, I’m still working on it. I’m still learning.