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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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

A Hug In a Photograph

By- Traci Taylor
December 2016

When pictures
make the people
we love
come alive

Distant memories
of a time
where sadness
was merely
a skinned knee
soothed by Bactine

At a loss
for words
when not even
time
can heal the wound
felt deep in the pit
of a stomach
empty of feeling

Darkness of twilight
warm my lonesome self
with the sweet smell of home
wrapped up in yesterdays

The leaves change
to colors of golden amber brown
almost has the mind
forget the loss it has felt
since the sun set
in soft pinks
and cold baby blues

Making the heart
erase the reality
of photographs

The only time
I can feel
hugged
by your smile

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

Learning to Exist

By- Traci Taylor
September 2016

As eyelids wince slowly open
to the first dawn of emptiness

Roaming the earth in slow motion
existing without your presence
is an unbearable, unfathomable thought

To look out upon the horizon
and see the ocean go calm

To stare blankly into the crowd
and question how strangers
can keep living contently

The dots will just not connect
the picture looks intoxicated

Not being able to feel your spirit
has been more sobering than
losing you from the same world
I continue to exist in.

 

Seeking a Reflection

By- Traci Taylor
September 2016

It is a bitter pill to swallow
looking around at faces
that look through you like glass
into another humans heart-shaped eyes

Sudden feeling of isolation
being in a crowded room
but seeming to be
alone at sea

Piercing is the alarm
that signals with red flags
to assure that this storm
is merely temporary

Seeking
the simplicity of love
the kind that makes others
write home about

Facing the bottom
of an empty barrel
where letters were once stacked high

Maybe
some of us
aren’t meant to see
anything
but ourselves
in the reflection of the mirror

Keys to the Heart

By- Traci Taylor
September 2016
(In loving memory of Alice Valeri aka MomMom)

It’s within the streaking of the sky
that we often look for answers

When answers are not found
we try to create illusions to escape to

Breaking away from the body that traps us
and the emotions that in sadness drown us

In this life it slips our minds
that there is a beginning and an end

The purpose is to gain keys
that have the power to open hearts

And to create stories through actions
that leave memories for when the end is near

The streaks in the sky may fade
but the answers can be found within the turning of the key