The Good, the Bad, and the Empathetic

By- Traci Taylor
December 2017

Here I stand
on that unpaved road
that has led me towards a life
filled with stories
memories
still untold

The shattered glass vase
is what I proudly say
has made me whole

Unwritten stories
are shown in waves of empathy
for the friends
that understand
what it means to have a heart
filled up so big from
a past that has burnt it to a crisp

For every journey
that is begun anew
I still seek the honesty
in a passing strangers eye

I’ve learned
sometimes
the best part of waking up
is the sunrise

And sometimes
the most unsuspecting people
can surprise you
to have the kind of heart
with the same shades
of lilac and apricot

Each day is another chapter
of the words I get to create
to pages of a life that are mine
and no one else’s

Even in the days where
the sky is as grey as the feeling of my heart
I choose to spread kindness
because I’ve experienced the power
of a hand held out from the smile of a stranger

And I know the potential
of showing kindness
for it has the capability
of revealing the sun
and ridding the storm clouds
for a person that knows
the same tune
set in the key
of a shattered glass vase

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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

Dark Star

By- Traci Taylor
January 2017

Circling around and around
expecting the same result
without changing a step
learning that’s how hearts
are broken

Choosing to continue on
is the story of a true warrior
that finds hope even
when the world feels dark
and your soul feels lost

Reaching so far out
that your body loses control
and you almost slip off the ledge
that leads you back to the place
where you feel weighted down
too broken to exist
questioning how people find the sun
when all you feel is rain

Speaking in metaphors
and broken sentences
is sometimes easier
than speaking the words
that grow deep-rooted,
full of gloom in your mind

Still desiring to loath the cynics
but the surrounding world
is making it hard for a romantic
to hold out for the hope
that once burned so brightly within

Dreamers march on
believing that the sun will rise again
and the darkness they feel will fade
the real heroes in this lifetime
are the ones who still believe in love
even in a world full of hate

Painting with Words

By- Traci Taylor
January 2017

The calming rhythm
of leaves falling
losing their picturesque golden browns
at the end of autumn
on the cusp of a frigid winter

Nighttime paints the sky
the darkest color of blue
midnight strikes
and only the moon is left to lighten the sky

Within life
lives are influenced by strangers
who pass us by in moments
that expand sometimes into years
time isn’t the determination
of how deep their footprints impact

Standing still
on the horizon of a warm spring evening
surrounded by blossoming flowers
that grow like a metaphor for hope
with all of their colors of the rainbow

Nature is the writer’s
can of paint
waiting
to place feelings stuck
in an overactive mind
soon to be formed
into words that project feeling

Heart of Serenity

By- Traci Taylor
December 2016

Blank space
gives way
to an ocean
of turquoise

Open hearts
that were surrounded
by steel gates

The silver key
unlocks the entry
to a path
paved with uncertainty

One day the map
will lead
to the treasure
that was buried
but forgotten

Trying to make sense
of scrambled
thoughts
and feelings

Sorrow
and loss
are part of
this journey

Take my hand
and guide
me to
the serenity
I lost
along with
my heart

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