Truths and a lie

Truth
one word
that defines everything
One
little word
that can destroy
Or
one little
word that defines
Defines
not just
you, but all
all
that will
come today and tomorrow
Truth
I am
broken in pieces
Very
jagged ones
that have no match
Truth
I have
found my one
Lies
fill me
with tears and dread
Hope
has lead
me to hang on
Truth
you have
moved on in life
we
are not
meant to be
but
hearts know
no bounds or borders
hearts
break and
heal leaving scars
scars
that reopen
leaving me more broken
over
and over
and over again
Truth
I will
not love another
not
the way
I want to
I'm
too broken
to give myself away
too
shattered  to
put back together
Truth 

Arlove.

In this world you were an adventurer 
a wandering naturalist reveling in Earths glory. 
I watched you hike down paths of towering sequoia 
and pine tress centuries older and pass on your love to me

Every river I walk by
Every rock I see
Every tree I pass
I will see you forever.

Your spirit instilled in me curiosity and perseverance. 
Though you were small your smile and
soul shone so bright you could drive away the rain. 
You could make every mountain a story of magnificent proportions 
and every stitch of our purple afghan a loving hug.

My whole life you inspired me and passed your love to me 
with science,religion, and fantasy stories.
You made the world seem conquerable even in the shadows of your life 
you found happiness.

Every mountain I pass will be ours to explore.
Every trail needing walking I will take you with.
Every windy day I will look to the sky and ask
you if its a north wind you sent.
Forever you will be with me.   

Mispainted butterfly-1/15/16

I am feeling so broken
so frail and obscene 
like the mispainted butterfly
that flys to our feet
to be crushed by the
weight of its self imposed
hated
that we taught is with pictures
of others so beautifully spotted
like that poor unique butterfly
we all have a picture
"I was suppose to be perfect"
"I was not to fail"
I was, I was we say time and again
as tears well at the corner of our eyes
but what we can not see is the
little girls eyes and the quietly spoken words
of wonder from those see us
" Isn't she beauitful"
"Isn't he strong"
"I want to be them when I am all grown"
In the tears and the sorrow do not forget
who we live for.
we do not live for praise and glory
but to be an example to the next
the next generation that will inspire
a brighter world
where unique is not ugly, or stupid, or wrong
but loved and cherished in all like a wondrous song.