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SECTION THREE

SURVIVAL

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Fidelity Bled

They'd listen to each other
and then music at night,
they'd stoke a slow fire
and wait patient for the light

In moments sincere
they'd study and observe,
admiring the angles
of soft curves

Their affection was honest
with emotion immense,
as they built a life
for themselves
among all that made sense

But trust became tattered
by defiance and will,
when fidelity bled
by each promise unfilled

The spiral turned slick
with a veneer of resent,
as they'd vent with regret
each breath less they'd relent

The boil drowned love songs
and the sparks of a fuse,
when they stopped
listening to music
that on better days would amuse

And after some time
this union was broke,
wishing the best for each other
the last time they spoke

Arranged notes
that held meaning
composed darkness inside,
in a state of recovery
stretching thin over time

This spell of remorse
seemed to somehow survive,
until a new love
would hopefully arrive

When that day came
a new orchestra blared,
and they listened as one
in a lifetime they shared

 

 

 

Adding the D

It's a stressed situation
in the changing of tense,
as an epilogue
is written
after a run of events

From love to loved
is a harsh distance
in life,
whether a lover
or friend,
a husband or wife

The form isn't realized
until you’re forced to accept,
that all you have left
are decisions
and regret

Subtle cues invoke
a need to reminisce,
recalling their warmth,
their laugh,
or their kiss

We embody these remnants
as prisoners to our past,
from the genesis of trouble
to the last inquiry
asked

Misery and its venom
paralyzed poise
to move on,
as poison was the victor
and reason they're gone

Anyone who's loved
wears that marker
in their soul-
a gravestone that’s visited
beyond when bells toll

 

 

 

A Series Still Remains

When all becomes what was
and you're damaged by defeat,
the battle you waged daily
engulfs a lover's grief

Memories will not flourish
but a series still remains,
where aches of recent history
mute as sorrow wanes

Though albums
have less pictures
and frames have been replaced,
their essence is a specter
haunting frequent
in this space

Artifacts are archived
in a warehouse
locked away,
except for all the relics
you're reminded of
each day

Months of renovation
build wounds into resolve,
as forgiveness
comes in focus
to face problems
still unsolved

And after lingering drama
finds its way to peace,
you’ll cherish
each new morning
without demons to appease

 

 

 

The Reappearing Show

Hiding sadness
is like putting on a play,
and once awake
is a performance
everyday

Players join
an elaborate charade,
unaware of
how this back story
was made

There is no admission
to those who would listen,
because they are the problem
and real source
of what's missing

From whispers
the critiques dance around,
as opinions and assumptions
compound

So this run of shows
comes and goes,
with an ending date
no one knows

And as the curtain draws
on the night's routine,
its author relives
each painful scene

 

 

 

Shadows Fall

When do we stop paying
for our sins,
is it after time
or acceptance
when the healing begins

How do we move on
past the pain,
and do scars
contain toxins
of the blame

Where on the bridge
do shadows fall,
is it in the moonlight
where nightfall
hides them all

Why on the road
do we often drift,
from the innocent distance
of our mother's kiss

Who in their travels
avoids regret,
it comes with living
by the tables we set

What is the course
for clean release,
and can it last,
or will the joy it brings
be brief

 

 

 

With Courage They Rise

The tethers alone
may fracture each bone
but they trigger the marrow
to move forward

The reckoning that exists
in composure and risk
pours harder than tears
from true grief

Their depths of desire
are sprints on a wire
that terrify the timid
by its height

Prospects are flash points
aimed for like map points
with a craving that flirts
on obsession

Their essence is rare
in feats they may dare
pushing limits
past previous standard

With courage they rise
by the focus of eyes
resolute
past sane comprehension

The ensuing success
attracts more they obsess
for perfection
they may never reach

 

 

 

The If Factor

If you break,
if you're broken,
just survive,
if you wake,
if you've woken,
you're alive

If you fell,
if you've fallen,
you must climb,
if you rise,
if you've risen,
you will shine

If you want,
if you've wanted,
you know lust,
if you give,
if you've given,
you own trust

If you lie,
if you've lied,
you spread deceit,
if you confess,
if you've confessed,
you embrace defeat

If you write,
if you've written,
you duel pain,
if you read,
if you're reading,
you feel the same

If you hate,
if you've been hated,
you’re not alone,
if you love,
or have been loved,
you found home

 

 

 

Immersion Therapy

Something happens
creating fragments
to collect,
and the only option
it seems
is to reflect

Thrown from a zenith
where mountains peaked,
a summit now sinks
in depression's seat

Concealing strife
skips ills on delay,
as does deafness
to amnesty you betray

A recovery commences
with immersion in caring,
for who softened the fall
of weight
you were bearing

Drain effort on others
even if they wouldn't for you,
by getting lost within giving
as an escape
to pass through

With the turmoil of heartache
not a hinder
at the moment,
you are free to advance
on an avenue
of atonement

Ignore pitfalls and tokens
that lead to old pain,
they're just vagrants and villains
you've yet to arraign

Swim deep inside passion
after you willingly dive
into a process
of progress
that ensures you’ll survive

 

 

 

Saviors and Architects

We are to another
what the other lacks-
an ally cementing
the chasm amid gaps

At points we're an audience
for adversity parades,
extending our empathy
until their issue fades

When needed we're a teacher
patient with our song,
guiding with kindness
while sentiments carry on

To opponents we’re crucial-
a force to overcome,
and a presence of purpose
beside lines we may run

As friends we are partners
with unbreakable bonds,
and a spotlight that outlines
where landings belong

Among family we are soil
that soaks up the sun,
swelling a loyalty
to grow organic as one

For lovers we are the universe
and every detail in between,
we are saviors and architects
where their dreams convene

 

 

 

The Passage Sees Light

There is a site
that's hard to reach,
it requires exploring
where endings meet

Deterrents build barracks
for legions of fear,
forcing travelers 'round structures
raising gates as they near

The road and its lessons
temper over time,
knowing the length,
each corner and its wind

When the passage sees light
and a hope that's ahead,
apprehension lets go
the panic it bred

Everything that matters
is a strength in their eyes,
a prime sign of arrival
and promise in their lives