Building a Forest

By- Traci Taylor
September 2017

There is no beauty
in a forest built by human hands
How can that exist
on a broken plank

I ask you all to guide me
walk the love you feel
through a river that flows the other way
breath in the uncertainty
that this life holds for all

Tomorrow means nothing in grief
our fate is put into question
the sun rises in every horizon
yet loved ones rise with hollow hearts
and swollen eyes

Look around
gravity holds us here
the woods contain our secrets
the clouds know our desires
yet it is the sun that determines our day

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Left Turn

By- Traci Taylor
January 2017

Loss of the familiar
contains the power
of breaking the routine of sanity

Strolling down the empty street
nostalgia rushes through the veins
deep breaths smell of salty ocean water

In the here and now of adulthood
troubles of childhood seem distant
nothing is visible through closed doors

A left turn around the same block
that used to bring comfort
now feels like the wrong step
to a nonexistent home

Holding out
still believing
there is purpose in the journey

The destination
is only worthwhile
if the steps were taken
with lighthearted gratitude

Lust for a Skyline

By- Traci Taylor
November 2016

What does it mean to love a city?
it means you long
for dreams
bigger than yourself

That your soul is
meant to be free
to line up
with the skyscrapers
that form the
skyline of identity

Yearning to break away
from small town
white fences
and roam the open
minded busy streets
of love

Never being content
with falling asleep
with the sun
but lusting for the
burst of colors to
brighten the landscape
of your wildest dreams

Unknowingly

By – Traci Taylor
November 2016

A longing for that sense
of comforting emotion

No longer is its frequency
surrounding like walls
of a once familiar room

Days pass that often
feel like centuries

Yet no change has occurred
the insides of my soul
still feel shattered

With plenty of missing
pieces of glass

The pen continues
to flow on paper
but no text has yet to appear

Every hour leads to question
distinctly knowing there’s no answer

Waiting for golden ocean eyes
with a heart of porcelain
to gaze into the broken glass mirror
and repair the promised impossible

Awoken Violet

By- Traci Taylor
November 2016

Your wings
may have fluttered
away

But I am
reminded daily
of your presence

Within your spirit
you’ve guided
certain souls
into my earth

For so long
this world felt dark
without
you

Then I awoke
to the exquisite sight
of the winged
butterfly

Once again
you have assured
me of your warmth
in the guidance of others
placed on my path

I am not alone

Pale Heart

By- Traci Taylor
October 2016

I can feel
the color drain
from my face
losing the shade
of happiness

It happens
every time
a thought of you
crosses my mind

No matter how tightly
I shut my eyes
the image of you reflects
off the mirror of memories

You’re the last
person
I want
to miss

No human
should long
to miss
another
that shattered
their reflection

Stuck in Time

By- Traci Taylor
October 2016

Feeling pressed down
by the weight of the world

There’s no exit
or commercial break

Life has no map of direction
only the speed bumps of missed opportunity

It’s like drowning
on dry land

Wanting a voice
when all you have free is a hand.