Cracks in the mirror

Little tiny cracks that form
On the mirrors on the wall
Broken reflections through I see
None of them really quite me

Broken souls, broken lives
Something's just not quite right
Painted over with neoprene
The little cracks now barely seen

I see faces, I see dreams
I see ash and dust and seams
Seams with naught but held together
By mere threads that barely linger

And even now the threads do quiver
As Life bends its little finger
Ripping apart the painted masks
Exposed and terrified thus, alas

Then the moment passes, and the cracks are gone
Gaping wounds close with time's endless song
But the scars never really heal, do they?
Everyone's broken in some way.

The aching

There is an odd aching
Deep in my heart
Even when I gaze
Upon the smiling
Countenance of the
Sweet of my eyes and my heart

With every mine heave
And every mine forward motion
I wipe mine brow
Gleam of the sun reflected
Off my teeth

Mine thoughts wonder
The accomplishments and acclaims
The faults and failures
I yearn for this foreign
Sense of satiation and satisfaction

Mine thoughts wonder
Am I not to reap my own harvest
To sigh to my heart's content
Yet I dare not speak of
My success

Because mine sweetheart
Whilst she heaves and advances
She goes down a road
Unchosen by her heart

Even as time
Flows unforgiving
Even as time
Ticks away without
Ever glancing back

Even as time
Attempts to work its magic
Of healing broken hearts

This odd aching
Remains.

I

Oh sweet life, who am I.
I who dwell in my own sadness?
I who laughs and is bewilderdly ammused?
I who recoil in my own spiteful temper?

If life art a garden,
I am the rose,
Who seeks the attention,
To admire,
Maybe love.

But beware, do not get close,
Then thou wilt see my thorns,
Stay far,
And wonder, what secrets I bear.

I fear, I fear that I am your fall,
But perhaps,
Thou wilt suffer the thorns.

Then I wilt find my place outside this garden,
As yours. Only yours.

-Claire Angel-

*not an original Edenia poem

Courage

I'll sit here

quietly.

try to

memorize

your every feature

til we meet again.

try to

savour the feel

of being close

at hand.

try to

put on

a brave face

to mask

a sinking heart.

try to

push away

thoughts of

being apart.

I don't

want to smile

but you would

want me to.

so I do

just for you

love.

What If

What if
The sunshine you love disappeared
so did the joy that so endeared;

What if
The smile vanished from my face
The laughter went without a trace;

What if
The days ahead depressed
And lessened not the stress;

What if
The storms of life overwhelmed
Quarrels and fights dragged us down;

What if
I changed?

Would you still love me?

Because that's when
I need you most
To hold on fast
And hold me close.

Good Morning.

I am in the soft breeze that lightly caresses your cheeks as you welcome each new day with a sense of purpose. You see me in the sunrises and sunsets; You can feel me in the big, wet drops of rain trickling down your face. I reveal glimpses of myself in music that speaks to your soul. Can you hear me whispering in the surrounding silence while you contemplate the mysteries of life?

I watch over you as you go about your day, whistling while you work, enjoying the company of family and friends. I am in every relationship you create. Because of me, you are not the same any longer in many different ways. I am your greatest joy and deepest sorrow, the source of feelings never before explored. I am the ache in your heart that cries out for companionship on dark days when everything seems to go wrong. You also sense me in encouraging words, puppies and vanilla ice-cream. I am present.

I wake you up each morning with my touch, and hover unseen as you slip back into a land of slumber and sweet dreams. I am in your dreams and you delight in my everpresent warmth. I am in the softness of your comforter when the winter nights cause you to curl up tightly underneath. You sense me in the night sky, in the twinkling stars, the dawn and the dewdrops.

I am everywhere, invisible yet tangible. I catch every smile of yours, every thoughtful frown, every sober moment. You didn't see me this morning, but I was there.

I have never left you.

Don't Ask

If a single touch could melt
I would have felt it
If a single word could cut
I would have bled

If a single teardrop could heal
I would be crying
If a single kiss could kill
I would be dead

But still I draw breath
Though my eyes see nothing left
Still I do not cry
Though my eyes are far from dry

Still I do not bleed
Though the sharpness impales me
Still I feel nothing
Naught but the stillness of death

And that is how I'll know
That it is time to say goodbye