GUEST OFFERINGS
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Life moves and walks upon your heart
Leaving in its wake, footprints, like scars upon your soul.
Time does its damage to the surface but doesn't penetrate.
It's what life brings that causes who you are to change course and yield
something new.
You begin fresh, unmarked by time or life, a sacrifice in offering to
whatever may come.
And what changes you depends upon the worth you place on it.
The more worth, the deeper the scar, the opporunity for more paths to
open, the greater the risk for choosing the wrong one.
So, choose you must, and be scarred, and be changed, and become
different with each experience.
Until you no longer recognize who you've become,rather, look back on
what you were and seek refuge in that innocence, wishing for a second
chance....... that will never come.
If having lived a life, when a look back shows the choices, results...
how does one keep from allowing those scars to determine one's fate?
Impossible, I suppose,
The irony is that the saying is true... "Time heals all wounds,"
However, life is what causes them and life itself yields death in return.
Melissa 22 December 1995
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A lone child crying in the night
A mother gathering strength for the fight
A father grieving for his son
Another marriage yet undone
Why does love become so cruel?
Once a player, now the fool?
A million times I asked myself..
What can I do, how can I help?
But there is a point that one does reach,
Where logic can do no more to teach
And the end comes fast without respite
So one prepares to fight the fight
And now I sit alone and fear
How long before the end is near?
The child cries, and once more I learn
For my mistakes.. he pays in turn.
Melissa
28 July 1995
WISHES
I was taught to wish upon
the first star I saw shine bright
And hope would burst like the dawn
and fill my heart with light
I grew to love the wishing game
and contrived each wish anew
But now the shine brings only pain
and with it, thoughts of you
Wishing doesn't make it so
but I wish you could be mine
Wishing cannot make me whole
but I wish it all the time
Wishing is a way for me
to wish the hurt away
To feel, to touch, to be with you
each and every day
As I sit here now and wish
that you were by my side
To taste your lips, give them a kiss
A star falls from the sky
Melissa
24 October 1997
GHOSTLY MEMORIES
The light shines, and I awake,
Shaking off shadows that, once
aware, elude me.
Faintly, I sense a quietness
descend and recollection
flashes brightly -- you.
Silent whispers, hushed demands,
Slight reprieves, a sleight of hand,
time has no place here.
Like music, our bodies flow
onto, against, within.....
Rhythm in step with breath intake.
Again, I feel my body shake...
A quiver? No... a chlll, I fear.
And once more, emptiness.
All that was is no more..
Only when time opens the door..
You went away. That sealed our fate.
Leaving me with... ghostly memories.
Melissa
14 November 1995
A LESSON LEARNED
I never felt the hollow thud
nor heard the firm resound...
nor felt restricted by the shields
within... upon... around.
As I walked through life,
the rhythm cloaked my fear...
dulled sincere intentions to keep
danger from lurking near.
So, you see, I never felt
the subtle, graceful hold
nor heard the gentle ease
of my guarded heart unfold.
And I didn't mean to release my grip
enough to lend you power...
to give and live and love and trust...
to let hope bud and flower.
I never meant to dream of you
nor feel the throbbing ache...
nor burn with visceral want
for the feelings you create.
But by the time I realized
my heart was not my own,
retreat was not an option...
hope's seed had taken hold.
I never meant to love you
I only meant to take.
Instead, I loved... and lost... and learned
my heart you meant to break.
Melissa
13 February 1998
