Transformation

My life is different, now.

It revolves around car repairs and bills

instead of chases and thrills.

I write, instead of poems, lists.

Life is planned now.

It doesnt just happen.

Sometimes I miss my freedom.

I was so sure of my identity, then.

Even if it was mostly a fantasy

of my own making.

Now, it's too rooted in reality.

Mirrored reflections grow unkind.

Yet, I am not blind to the past.

I remember pathos, loneliness, yearning.

Looking for a place to be me,

a woman to share with,

a life of fulfillment.

This I don't miss.

For I have that, now.

No longer lonely, I'm loved.

No longer empty, fulfilled.

No longer Knight Errant,

I am...

Lord of the Manor?

Mutual Paradox© Cammie S. Sinor, 2014

IN SIGHT

If I could give you just one gift,

I'd show you the monsters under the bed

are not near as terrifying

as the ones in your mind.

I'd free your heart to love,

take down the walls that lock you in.

Show you how much you're hurting you,

and how much that hurts me.

If I could give you just one gift.

I would give you the gift of confidence...

in yourself, in your strength,

and in your ideas.

I'd give you clarity and sight,

an end to your confused run.

The perserverence to follow

a dream to it's end.

But all I can give you 

is my own love and support,

clear and true. 

Is it enough

Just keeping you in sight?

Mutual Paradox© Cammie S. Sinor, 2014