To Love Again

To Love Again

Just as I thought the romance chapter of my life had closed, a new love blossomed. Yet, this was no ordinary affair. It wasn't the needy, suffocating type that demands constant attention. No, this love was serene. It left me content, illuminated my darkest moments, and didn't leave me longing for more. Instead, it propelled me towards my aspirations, fostering a sanctuary for authenticity. This love bestowed a joy that no external force could diminish. And the most beautiful part? I fell in love with myself.

Hunter’s Nightmare

Countless stars adorn the pre-dawn sky;

In Montana, the breeze whispers, bones it chills.

Within this vast forest, thoughts multiply;

Where leaves and snow create nature's stills.

Beneath a spruce, I patiently lie in wait;

Spying a doe in the distance, graceful and free.

A bull follows, oblivious to my fate;

Arrow poised, bow taut, anticipating my decree.

This moment, meticulously planned and choreographed;

As the arrow slices through the wintry air.

But alas, my perfect shot left me aghast;

As the beast, wounded, staggers with despair.

Why does he not succumb to the blow?

The aim true, yet the outcome defies expectation.

Realization dawns, my angle was too low;

The arrow exits, shattering my elation.

Amidst the forest's echoes, the beast retreats;

A hunter's dread, as prey slips from sight.

Another day, another chance to meet defeat;

Perhaps next time, a snare will set things right.

The Cry of Silence

Amidst the crowd's relentless symphony,

Our silence reigns, a disturbing harmony.

Words aren’t shared, yet stories unfold,

Your hidden anguish, a tale untold.

I inquire softly, "Are you alright?"

You nod, yet unrest clouds your sight,

Unease creeps in, a shadow in the light.

Unspoken whispers flood the air,

Anxiety coils, a lingering snare,

Dread hangs heavy, a burden we share.

Seeking comfort in words unsaid,

But awkward silence fills instead,

Doubts linger, a tangled thread.

Our eyes meet, yet we turn away,

Familiarity lost, in disarray,

A stranger's presence, a heart’s dismay.

This silence, a weight I can't ignore,

Unease settles, an unwelcome chore,

Do you feel it too, deep at our core?

Restless, the quiet consumes my will,

Discomfort rising, time stands still,

Yearning for escape, for a moment's thrill.

In the midst of this bustling crowd,

Our silence resonates a deafening sound.

Tidal Wave

Today, my guitar strums a somber refrain,

Tears cascade, a melancholic rain.

Lost in thoughts, missing you anew,

Heartache whispers, "How could this be true?"

In the grip of a tidal wave, I linger,

Longing to confess, yet courage withers.

You moved on swiftly, a hastened chase,

Left broken, my heart in a displaced space.

Navigating a whirlpool of uncertain fate,

A path unclear, in sorrow, I await.

You, unparalleled, in solitude stand,

Reluctantly admitting, love slipped through like sand.

Amidst this emotional hurricane's clutch,

Daily yearning, regret's relentless touch.

Why did you leave, why not remain?

Alone, I confront the echoes of love's refrain.

Thoughts of you persist, a haunting plea,

Hidden desires, an unrequited decree.

Facing the harsh truth of reality,

I meant nothing, a heartbreak's finality.

In this tidal surge, you claimed not ready for commitment,

Yet swiftly embraced a new sentiment.

Happy for you, but betrayed and confused,

Alone, I ride the wave, emotions bruised.

In solitude, I navigate this tumultuous sea,

Feeling used, emotions lost in the debris.

Left broken, uncertain of where I stand,

Alone, riding this relentless tidal wave, unplanned.

Shadows of Forgiveness

Seated alone in an Italian restaurant, I overhear laughter from a nearby table. I glance over and catch sight of a young couple, their resemblance to a past I've fought to bury stirring up bittersweet memories. Tentatively, I watch as they share tender moments, a pang of nostalgia tugging at my heartstrings.

Returning to my meal, a wave of uncertainty crashes over me. My past relationships, a tangled mess of disappointment and heartache, weigh heavily on my mind. Swirling my fettuccine, I confront the lingering doubts and insecurities that haunt me. Can I ever truly forgive myself for the mistakes of the past?

The truth eludes me, buried beneath layers of self-doubt and regret. Despite my efforts to move forward, I find myself trapped in a cycle of pain and self-blame. But with each passing moment, I muster the courage to confront my inner demons and entertain the possibility of self-forgiveness.

Contemplating the road ahead fills me with trepidation. Can I shed the weight of the past and embrace a future defined by self-love and acceptance? It's a daunting endeavor, fraught with uncertainty and possibility.

But today, amidst the doubts, I make a solemn vow to myself. I will unburden myself of resentment and open my heart to a future illuminated by love and compassion. With a hesitant smile, I rise from my seat, prepared to embark on the journey toward self-forgiveness.

Stepping out into the night, I offer a silent word of thanks to the young couple who unknowingly sparked this moment of clarity. As I climb into my truck, a deafening alarm jolts me awake, reminding me of the distance between dreams and reality.

In the darkness of my room, I'm left grappling with the unsettling truth: to live authentically, I must confront my own self-doubt and learn to forgive myself. Though the path ahead may be fraught with challenges, it's a journey I'm determined to undertake.

*Curve Ball*

Life often throws curveballs my way,

Each feeling like an unexpected shock.

But among them all, I must convey,

You're the first I've welcomed, not aimed to block.