You and Me

A quiet distance that we are not afraid of and fight to understand 

Same space

Comfort in knowing you are there living this life with me

Somehow you are healing me 

There’s no denying it

Every day is the best day 

When I see your blues 

We will ride the storms together

Make our own rainbows

And chase the moon

J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME

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I am alive.

I am an ever flowing stream that has no end.

Within me I carry the darkness and the light of my heart and soul.

I breath hope and strength, and every step I take forward leads me to the new; and new opportunities to love myself and those around me.

I have never known this peace before; and it suits me.

I will forge ahead with the tenacity and heart of a million men.

Nothing can stop me from being the best that I can possibly be.

I feel alive for the first time in years.

I am moving forward, and not looking back ever again.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me

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Dark

It clouds my eyes as it comes over me.

Peels away at my overwhelming desire and need to be whole.

Finds all my weak spots and settles in.

Like an incessant cancer, it hides but is always there; waiting to suck more life out of me. Waiting to take me back down to the place where I  felt dead-alive.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me

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I remember the smell of your hair those last days.

And the cream on your face and the way the man at the funeral home apologized, but said that it was needed to keep your skin soft, and we would have to see past that.

I never thought I’d have to say goodbye to you so soon. It seems so unbelievably unfair after all you’ve fought through.

What kind of God is there, and where is he at now? Nowhere around me, do I feel him at all. How am I supposed to bare this?

As if the fact that your hair still smells like carnations could ever make up for it at all.

J.Rounds (c)2008 ~Peaces of Me

Moments

The sky opens up and I can touch the clouds.

It’s the perfect day.
You. Me.

You can smell the air and nothing else matters but that moment together. I remember what really matters.

It’s a peace I’ve felt before.

This time there is just me,
and It’s O.K.

Life is a collection of moments, that you remember in the end. That’s it.

I will always remember you and our moments together.

J. Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me

Burn.

I wish I was one of those people that was always cool, always in control, and never let anything or anyone affect them.

I think a lot of people that struggle with emotional/mental issues, often struggle with feeling too much as well; as in my case.

It takes a conscious effort for me to keep myself in good spirits and positive, most of the time.

Although it is getting easier for me, there are always certain situations and certain people that can make me feel like my soul has just been ripped out, and it’s burning on the ground right in front of me.

It is all I can do to shove it back inside me and carry on.

Some people will never know how much they hurt you; and some people know it full well.

Soon I will stop caring. And although my soul will still burn, you will never know.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me

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Desire.

Tiny drops of condensation traveled down the small of her back.

Biting her lip, she could taste the salty, iron in her mouth.

The rope was tight around her, and she was at peace.

Why is it like this? Your pleasure in it, scares me as much as my desire to succumb to you.

This is a dangerous game we play, and we play it quite perfectly.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me
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The Fortress

I have fortress walls around me, with a little window I peer through to the other side when I want the breeze.

I like it this way.

There are many reasons for these walls; but mostly they were built one tear, one disappointment at a time; painted blue/black, like the color of my soul.

They protect me, and keep me alive.

There is no way to penetrate the walls, unless one is let in, for whatever reason.

Many try to breach; but what they don’t know is, that the walls have been so reinforced throughout the years, that the window is the only way to get in.

It is high up, and disappears when you look straight up into it.

I can feel the breeze tonight. It is warm, and makes me remember a time when the walls were not so blue/black.

A piano tune dances in the thickness of it.

I can feel the tears well up;

Taking me back into the fortress, once again.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me

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