SECOND TIME AROUND

All alone in the tumult of the ocean,

Thought love was an impossible notion;

Never had much luck,

Thought I would always and forever be stuck.

Found a vision, seemed like the fairytale,

Never could've guessed we were star-crossed lovers, set to fail.

Back out on my own, second time around,

So much more anguish this time I've found;

Being tangled in the seaweed makes the journey take longer,

Trying to keep the faith alive that I will come out stronger;

Won't repeat mistakes of the past,

Pray the second time around will be my last.

DROWNING

As my head bobs in and out of the water, I gasp for breath as the ocean pulls me under again, not knowing when I will make it back above for another breath of air.

I AM DROWNING.

THE DANCE

Should I go here, there, do this or that? How does one find the delicate balance? What I want, what I need, what I have, what is. How does one find the delicate balance? Live for the moment, plan for tomorrow, dream of what could be, deal with reality. . . does one find the balance?

In the shower water drips down my face like tears because mine are all dried up . . .