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

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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

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.

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