Stronger

11 Apr 2012 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in April 2012, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


The past serves only one purpose, to make you stronger
to learn and move on
to let go and grow
to never look back always forward

Those who hurt you only serve to make you stronger
every lie and betrayal
every unkind word and deed
every fresh stab of the knife
only gives you strength

There is no life living in the past
dwelling on things gone and meaningless
there is only what’s ahead
the future and what you make of it

No need to live in constant blame
to reopen the wounds of the past
they are gone and done
and you can now choose to live stronger

Edges

04 Mar 2012 10 Comments

by Deborah Horton in March 2012, poetry Tags: , , , ,


Somehow the past remains at the edges
lapping against the mind as waves upon the sand
taking a bit here and a bit there leaving no trace
and yet you feel it there a shadow and a thought

You believe that you’ve moved beyond the past
that regret is not something you live with
but at the edges its cold and icy fingers reach in
and you can barely feel it

You work to stay in the center avoiding the dark edges
keeping the shadows of what was out of the what is
pushing down the memories pushing back on the waves
always reconstructing the wall

The memories they whisper they brush at your mind
each one growing fainter and yet the icy touch still there
time to push back move away towards the center
live as if they don’t exist

Falling

04 Nov 2011 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in November 2011, poetry Tags: , , , ,


Quietly as leaves falling to the ground
so too my heart to yours
slowly softly perhaps as yet unseen
outside my control falling yet again

As yellow and orange carpet the grass
my heart does do the same
spreading itself a carpet to your heart
intertwined covering all the hurts past

Falling quicker as time goes by
as leaves now from the trees
leaving me reaching you
this love forever true

Awash in colors falling all around
my heart now yours there is no sound
just two beats yours and mine together
falling in unison now and forever

Breathless

12 Sep 2011 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in poetry, September 2011 Tags: , , , ,


All at once breathtaking and beautiful
strength in every angle and space
gliding as if suspended in air
movement motion breathless

As if it’s so easy
the most natural thing there is
like breathing unconscious
it just is and you just are

Muscles rippling definition unbound
wordlessly gripping there is no sound
the sight of you amazing there are no words
breathless and beautiful are all that is heard

A slight touch the familiar smell
skin that becomes a raging fire
unable to look away
in this moment breathless

Doors

09 Sep 2011 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in poetry, September 2011 Tags: , , , , ,


There are doors in life that should never be opened
and doors that you wish you had
there are doors that take you to the wrong places
and doors that only make you sad

There are doors in life that are unanswered questions
never having been explored
and doors that let you learn and grow
and those that leave you bored

There are doors in life you’re too scared to open
for fear that you will fail to walk through
and those that steal away pieces of your soul
in ways you never knew

There are doors that lead to both good and bad
and those that lead to nowhere at all
doors that change your life and those that make you pay
and then some are just a bathroom stall

Time

23 Aug 2011 9 Comments

by Deborah Horton in August 2011, poetry Tags: , , , ,


They say with time all is known
things we will someday be shown
time to learn time to live
and it is only you my love I give

They say with time all wounds heal
that tomorrow will change the way we feel
everything will move and grow
and I love you more than you can know

They say with time all things are clear
that the unknown is what we truly fear
the things left hidden inside the heart
and it is you I have loved right from the start

They say with time all things must end
that each passing second brings it closer again
though death must come and none can forestall
and until then I will love you with my all

Almost

15 Aug 2011 5 Comments

by Deborah Horton in August 2011, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


I almost said I loved you when you looked at me
those eyes that reached into my soul so deep
again when you stood so close I could smell your skin
almost said the words but no and then

I almost said I loved you when you took my hand
your fingers wrapped in mine I could hardly stand
and as you pulled me closer almost did I speak
but strong I remained even tho I was weak

I almost said I loved you when you kissed me so
soft and sweet long and lingering feeling it tips to toe
again as you kissed me over and over making it hard to breathe
the words almost spilled out I never wanted to leave

I almost said I loved you when you and I were one
wrapped around each other and others there were none
but I kept it hidden deep inside the words in silence held
and now that you are gone it seems it’s just as well

Whispers

22 Jul 2011 1 Comment

by Deborah Horton in July 2011, poetry Tags: , , ,


You come to me in whispers
you come to me in sighs
finding me once again
knowing where my heart lies

You come to me in darkness
and then again in light
the whispers of your heart
find me be it day or night

You come to me completely
leaving nothing hidden away
sharing thoughts and whispers
making me want to stay

You come to me as lover
and also as a friend
the whispers of our hearts
forever now no end

Free

13 Mar 2011 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in March 2011, poetry Tags: , , , ,


To be free of the past is a step at a time

there’s no determining reason or rhyme

different for all harder for some

the journey to what it is we are to become

 

Leaving behind those who were lies and pain

regaining what it feels like to be once again sane

time passes slowly healing in moments and what is true

turning once again making brand new

 

Those who have hurt you those who have lied

free now to turn and leave them aside

the love of someone who means it replacing the past

free in mind free in spirit freedom has come at last

 

The journey while painful teaching so much more

opening the soul to what is now in store

all of the past removed as if it were dead

looking forward now to only what is ahead

Stitches

24 Feb 2011 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in February 2011, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


In the mending of a heart

the broken edges pieced and sewn

taking in all that broke apart

closing up the pain you’ve known

 

New people new feelings growing over the seams

stitches filling the rips of pain

the past that broke you now only dreams

time now taken to try to make you sane

 

Stitches felt only slightly with fingers of the soul

still there and yet less or so I’m told

seemingly now to be somewhat whole

the burning hot fire of the pain growing cold

 

In these stitches lie the hurts of the past

dreams broken love lost hope all gone

in the twilight now at last

my heart and it’s stitches all alone

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