“I didn’t realize winter had creeped in, 
not until my soul shattered 
like cracked glass upon a touch.
But then the sun gleamed — 
over the broken pieces
— and they sparkled with joy
— and cast a rainbow onto the world.”

— d.h.

(Would love to hear your thoughts/comments)

"Your thoughts come and go,
Like the gentle incessant tidal ebb and flow
Dancing around
Pulling, pushing
Engulfing my heart, 
Then emptying my soul.
You have a hold on me 
Like the moon on the sea."

- d.h.

"The rain pelted on the window sill
And rushed down the glass --
Caressing it like a long lost lover,
Reuniting, then disappearing;
Leaving behind a mist of longing.
A distorted silhouette stared through the window
Was it just a shadow, or a travesty of reality?"

d.h.

"A rusty old box of random things,
— concert tickets and old photographs.
Of tears and laughter
— Handwritten letters ​
Of friendships and heartbreaks
On aging yellow paper
Slowly fading, ceasing to exist. 
One touch of a dry wilted rose
— as though a thorn pricked my vein; 
The memory of its scent lingers
Never leaving but never coming back
Like the people in the letters 
And the faces in the photographs."

d.h.

​“I’m trying hard to gather
All the parts of me
That lay scattered
But the wind keeps getting in the way.

I’m trying to create space
By letting go
Of these heavy boxes
But the doors seem stuck.

I’m trying to free my soul 
From these chains that I hold
But my memory is weak
….I can’t seem to remember
Where I left the keys.”

d.h.