The Sailboat of Hope

Confessions are good for the soul
Absolution of sins that have been made
She leaves with the promise of hope
And faces the day with no fear

Alive with the thoughts of her future
A slate that has been wiped clean from her past
With no where to go to begin
She sets sail to her new destination

A new beginning to forge
Unsure of her new-found awareness
She unfurls the sails of her history
As the wind blows it all away

The expectation of her new freedom to live
The shackles break free from her life
That once filled her presence with fright
And smothered her being with despair

The air is filled with a promise
The chance to discover herself
Hesitant to look all that closely
Of what she might find staring back

The reflection is made perfect in purity
The eyes grow with an anticipation
Her new life is about to begin
As she sets sail to her unknown existence
©2007

The Absence of Being

Tension fills the still air
The cigarette left unattended
Smoke fills the sterile clean room
The coffee grows cold in its cup

The woman sits all alone
Unaware of her own surroundings
Left to her own devices
She absorbs the thoughts in her head

No where to go
No one to see
She’s left all alone
With no one to help

Emotions abound to process
Too many to cleanly develop
Overwhelmed by the flood that washes
And coursing through her maddening mind

She looks for answers to come
And discovers there are none to be found
She sits there and ponders her life
She’s immune to the outside world

She desperately seeks the reality
Trapped by the pieces in her brain
She lights yet another cigarette
And drinks from the cold bitter coffee

Nothing to stare at before her
Blank walls fill the entire room
The quiet cannot stop the madness
That fuels her desolate space

She gets up to open the door
To the world that has nothing to offer
She stares at the blank cloudless sky
With hopes of a future to come
©2007