Turn this page over See what’s behind In-between the creases I cannot hide You’ll see my reality The truth that I face The depth of my desires I dare not taste Each sweeter than honey These visions I explore Yet locked in silence Behind forbidden’s door
I keep trying to forget the past. To leave all the hurts buried deep on that old, empty road. The place where I was deserted, left choking on remorse. But everybody wants answers, and nobody understands that I can’t breathe. And when I’m forced back on that road, I can’t heal or even catch my breath. The air over there is stifling. And so many broken dreams are still dangling in the wind. I can’t keep reaching out, grasping hopelessly at those lifeless strands. So please, I’m begging you, let’s just leave the past to live where it died. Or else this life won’t be worth living at all.
About to embark On a journey A new way of life I think this beginning Is just what I need I have nothing left here Nothing holding me back So I will chase my dreams The sky is the limit Look out world Here I come!
I think it kinda looks like your heart The branches being the fruits of your labor Such a long time it has been But they’re finally budding The roots are of all the things you have touched So many lives have felt them The black and white colors you wish were full of pinks Yet you know that can never be so Four seasons of seven branches 14 black 14 gray The longer black branches of the past Many memories of your childhood Many darker memories Gray The fruits of your labor Finally budding Some being in the works longer than the other Soon you will see the fruits Buds like hands Reaching out Reaching out into the world Though darker thoughts tend to over shadow them Just give them plenty of light They’ll bloom in time Two black Two grays Long blackened winter Short gray spring On the right lies fall and summer The trunk to connect it all Both dreams, hearts So many thoughts Yet why must such a heart be gray and black? Grown and weary It’s hard to see the rainbow of your childlike self It’s still there though It’s always been there Trying so hard to see color Eyes full of black and gray nights You stare at those by your side God And another one Close to your heart Is it Daddy? Or is it something even deeper Deep in the depths of your mind A lost thought? Someone always there by the tree Holy spirit? Jesus? Ocean waves Staring back at quiet waters I see you now You’re the one named “Longing”
By Brianna Lynn Cook (Written June 6, 2017)
I once had a dream and in that dream there was a tree. The tree in my dream left such an impact on me that I decided to draw what I had seen. This is my daughter’s interpretation of the tree from my dream. Remarkably, her words were spot on and every time I read this, I get goosebumps. My daughter has this amazing gift of seeing what others cannot. And even though this interpretation means nothing to anyone else, it means the world to me that she could see it. Only a young girl with the sweetest disposition and the purest of hearts could have such knowledge. I am blessed to call her my daughter.
In the still of the night he came to me. Kneeling beside me, I could feel his feathery touch. He was memorizing my features, hoping I wouldn’t wake. I was only pretending to be asleep, enjoying the feel of his hand. Desperately wanting to reach out, but not daring to ruin the moment. And I wondered about all he was thinking, as he traced every crease on my face. I wanted to open my eyes and smile, as he placed warm kisses on my cheeks. But I dared not even open one eye, for I knew he’d then be gone.