Lo, behold.

Look and be bold.

Hold on to the cherished one.

When cowardly tendencies, come knocking.

When your heart is aching from cold winds that buffet it.

The cold, barren winds of misunderstanding and unresolved issues.

The sand of bitterness, anger, wrath, and rage



Cry groan.

Try frown.

Pry drown.

Sink in this expanse.

This ocean of cold, desolate waters of sorrow and regret that overwhelms.


Hold tight.

Crawl slightly.

Tentative attempt.

Tread softly.

Dread most.

Cry pitifully.


Hide shamefully.

Wait in despair.

Regret deeply.

Hope in need of repair.

Yearn longingly.

Need tender love.



What a sight to behold.

What a night to hold.

A tight embrace to dispel the cold.

A nigh enthralling heady spell.



Full of emotions, memories, and voices.

Full of smells, sounds, and sights.

Full full full overflowing.

Full full full gushing, rushing.


Unstoppable, like water in a dam under pressure.

The unceasing inflow of the rain-gorged rivers.

The dam bursts under the pressure of the inflow.

The water held in check for long, yearning for release.

The dam bursts free, water gushing, rushing.

The water flows haphazard at first and then in a majestuous new river.

A river that flows free, discovering new horizons, a new life with its new facets.



Some don’t care.

Some don’t dare.

Some do tear off.

Some do tear up.



Go forward or stand still.

Go onward or mind steep sloppy slope.

Go yonder or mount the cowardly steed.

Go under or prompt the tremulous shaking feet.



Run on a lonely road.

Walk on.

Sit down.

Lay down.

Crawl, cry, shout.


Whisper, whimper, shriek.

Explode, implode

Exhale, inhale.

Relax, unwind.

Renew, unbind.


Renounce, rewrite, share.

Redeem, unravel.

Rethink, undo.

What a day.

What a life!




Prickly eyes.

Watery eyes.

Blinking eyes.

Restraining eye dews.

Drip drop drip drop.


Sigh sigh.

Sight seeking.

Solace needing.

Sweet oblivion.

Poum poum poum poum.


Worn out, wanderer.

Wallowing, wimpy.

Wanton whining.

Wishing, wondering.

Thud thud thud thud.


Learning, leaning.

Loving, lowering.

Lingering limits.

Looming large.

Love life, live, laugh.



She looks around her, hoping to find a place to sit.

She looks for somewhere to rest her weary form.

She looks for a place she can be alone and tranquil.

She looks for somewhere she can mingle with the shadows.

She looks for a place she can shut out the world.


She wants to shut out the noise, the bustling of the comings and goings.

She wants to shut out the anger, the disappointment, the disillusionment.

She wants to shut out the painful betrayal, the disdain.

She wants to shut out the pity, the accusatory glances.

She wants to shut out the thick, searing, seething, overwhelming, consuming, staggering pain.


The invisible cruel hand of destruction holds her with a merciless iron grip.

The hand holds her in a cold, hard, cutting, tearing grasp.

The hand holds her heart in a grasp that leaves her breathless.

The hand chokes her heart leaving her battling for release, relief.

The hand oppresses her leaving her fighting for freedom.


She longs for liberty to live again.

She longs for lighter steps to skip for joy again.

She longs for a lighter countenance to smile again.

She longs for a lighter heart to hope again.

She longs for a lighter load to stand tall again.


She remembers how life used to be.

She had a bright, lovely open countenance.

She had a relaxed forehead and cheeks creased with a lovely smile.

She held her head high looking ahead with confidence.

She held herself straight, shoulders thrown back, her gaze confident.


Now the weariness had set in.

Now the brokenness had set upon her.

Now the bitterness was suffocating her.

Now the uselessness she felt was suffocating her.

Now the powerlessness she felt had set upon her.


Her heart lay bleeding. Shattered by the tragedy that obliterated her once tranquil existence.




She walks with silent dignity.

She holds herself with quiet grace.

She meets your glance with eyes full.

Her eyes filled with life, its twists, and turns, its bitterness its sweetness.

She has seen it all, almost all, yet she lives.

She lives not merely existing but living.

She exudes gentle and solemn confidence.

She has lived loved and hurt.

She has mourned a loved one.

She has felt the pain of empty hands.

She has felt the sting of betrayal.

She has felt the dizzying disbelief of human violence rent upon her.

Oh, but she still dares to hope, to trust.

She believes that she will yet see another good day.

She grabs with all her strength hope that rises in her heart like the breaking dawn.