Milk Moon

I buried the wooden box
Beneath the lime tree
Under the full Milk Moon
The night was still and
The sky was almost enough
To cradle my broken heart
The box contained a locket
Photos of us
Pictures you drew
Memories I was not ready to let go of
But were far too painful to see
I dug into the dirt
Through the roots
Secretly hiding
What I never wanted to feel again
Oh what a fool I have been.
~Amber C Smith

Equinox Approaching

I still get lost in the memories
That linger in the dark corners of my mind
The last call when you know you should leave
The helplessness blues that haunt me
A song or scent
Triggering synapses
That leave more fissures
In my already swollen heart
The heaviness of this Winter
That nearly destroyed me
Is finally leaving my body
Allowing my lungs to breathe
Opening my eyes to see
The beauty
That is
Illuminated
Around me
Grasping for balance
The promise of renewal
That Spring brings
And trying to forgive
So I can finally be free.
~Amber C. Smith  March 19, 2013