Compassion

I cannot help

the way I hold 

the world's sorrows in my arms 

Every heartbeat breaking 

with every breath I'm taking 

I cannot help the fire

that is burning me alive, 

I care so deeply

Every inhale, 

Every exhale, 

Every fiber of my being 

I cannot be anything 

but compassion 

December

The morning hangs heavy

as a stone in my eyelids

But 

There is something serene about the way the light sits 

settling down on the river 

I see winter in its ripples 

blue and silver

Walk through the fire

Is there some way through

without walking through the fire 

without smoke in my lungs 

And lies on my tongue 

And the fragments of my singed thoughts scattered around me 

Like leaves torn out of the journals 

you brought me 

when you told me I should write again

How can I be who I am 

when I am a tornado 

I can't keep hidden the secrets I hold 

I cannot be anyone 

But lights and sirens and cold cold nights that take your breath away. 

Set Sail

When will I be done waiting for you 

When will I draw up my anchor and

set sail on these waves of sadness 

They tell me the depth of my sorrow, could be the depth of my joy 

And it goes deep.