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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This is Just a Test

By- Traci Taylor
November 2017

Walking out on that fresh cut, green grass
that instantly takes you back
to childhood
or the childhood
you choose to remember
the rest you’ve blocked out
for sake of sanity

People tell you when you are older
if you’ve still got that glimmer of hope in your eye
to “never lose that spark”
what does that even mean
And when did they lose that spark
to remember how important it is not to

Every day I wake up
I feel the weight of the world
and still I feel nothing
I want to understand everyone
because it is easier than trying to understand myself

Three years to thirty
and I haven’t shaken the angst
I always swore city lights and skylines
would break me from this mold
that a small town shaped me in

One day
that always seems to be the answer
even when I don’t remember the question

So I let my mind drift
back to the time when I let
the smell of fresh baked cookies
outweigh the screams
and the loud crashes
that used to be my lullaby

Because it is not where we came from
or where we are going
that matters
it is where we stand in the moment
how we act and react

remembering everything that built us
or broke us
was just preparing us
for the test of kindness
in the darkness of hate

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

Blooming of Enlightenment

By- Traci Taylor
August 2017

Trace your steps backwards
try to connect the dots
the universe has set us on a journey
that leads us to a destination

There are hills of struggle
when isolation feels permanent
even in a crowded room

My soul was lost
for over 900 days
even on a path I knew
like the back of my hand

But I pulled myself up
that October morning
and I’ve been learning
the reasons why
I was meant to see November

Virginia Woolf once wrote
that with age she realized
spring is more rewarding
than the fall

As the flowers bloom
and the birds chirp
I am understanding how
a heart can grow just as the roses

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

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

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