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

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

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

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

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