Thank you (Sunday Muse #254)

So tired, of failed words and dreams broken upon the rocky shores of my own making. The past won’t leave, its dusty mail collects at the doorstep of my mind and I can no longer step over it. The rut, as vast as the Marianna Gulch is impossible to fill, yet, I try, again and again. The empty can not be contained in any shell, yet somehow spills out and swallows my screams, until now, I never stopped looking for the lifeboat, that tiny ray of unfiltered hope that allowed me to never let the tide carry me into that abyss of despair.

You showed me that, so often lifting me up without knowing. Somehow, the mismatched spirits we combine is something beyond perfect, no plan could have seen this, yet, it’s here. The uncollected mail is gone and the smiles return, because of you. You alone have calmed the angry bear of a man I had become with the gentlest hello.

She is, all the good I found in the rest and carried forward.

She is the hope I saw, the dreams I followed, and the calm in the storm.

She is the strength and gentle weakness I need

She is the guide, and the groove, the vibe and the pace

She is like finding that last piece of a puzzle, and

I’m now standing, enjoying what is, and ignoring what isn’t.  

Thank you