The Weight of Dreams

I dream of the unknown.
Fight all the unseen things.
Mask my wants and hopes.
Yet I wonder why I'm never satisfied.

How can I fill this.
Ever growing insatiable appetite.
It weighs me down.
Burying me deep inside.

Like a rock I sink.
Not quit floating downwards.
Yet nor am I close to the surface.
I'm suspended in the air.

Opening my eyes I see.
My dreams are hanging above.
Slowly I reach out.
Knowing it's too far out of grasp.

Below I hear a groan.
Unable to see below me.
The water around grows cloudy.
Hazing the brightness above.

I begin to sink further.
Letting fear creep slowly in.
Everything is instantly forgotten.
In that moment...

There's just me.
Falling.
Ever slowly.
Down; Down

My body finds the floor.
Gracefully lying down.
There is no thought.
Down here, there is nothing.

Hope is safely above.
Dreams float carefree there.
Looking down on the unfortunate.
Waiting for the word.

Like a strangled noise.
It comes from below.
A gargled sound of a word.
Softly reaches above the surface.

Reaching out a hand.
Down it descends to the depths.
Finding the body beneath.
Gently wrapping in it's arms.

Hope is renewed as spring.
Dreams burn bright as summer.
Fear fades as the autumn.
Tears are frozen as winter.

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©

Hurry Up and Wait

Wait.
They keep saying.
Just wait.
One day it'll happen.

One day seems forever.
Forever can happen in a day.
Though I know one day.
Is forever away.

Forever is far away.
Books make it seem so long.
Yet I know in reality.
It's but a breath.

Taking that breath.
In and out.
I know one day it'll stop.
What happens before then?

Before life slips away.
What happens between.
The beginning and end.
Life happens.

Life, so full of meaning.
Countless possibilities.
Yet one thing is sure.
You live.

Living is more then breathing.
More then forever.
So much more then "One day".
It's the little moments.
That make up life.

Forget about "Waiting".
No need to pause life.
Waiting for "The moment".
The moment is right now.
Just live

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©

Overwhelemed by Words

It's a little overwhelming.
Sitting this far away.
You wouldn't know the impact.
Words have on the mass.

Thankful for the distance.
My, oh so readable face.
Forgot to mask my thoughts.
Every word there to read for all.

Thankful for the dimmed lights.
Saved from the fact.
That all eyes were trained on you.
Hidden behind the rows.

Set so far in the back.
I'm sure you didn't even notice.
That I was here at all.
I blend in so well.

The crowd reaches their feet.
Standing in ovation.
To the obvious talent.
Profound in every word.

Yet again I'm lost.
Sitting here in the crowd.
Clapping vigorously in approvement.
You bow and leave the stage.

You will never know.
How much your words meant.
To the likes of I.
A fan of Monty Python.

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©

My horse Sgt. Tank

All Along

Am I here, or are you there?

Sitting on a cold hard floor.

Testing the limits of space.

The room seems to shrink.

As I sit here in the dark.

I wonder if a spark will ignite.

Balance out the darkness.

Thick like a hanging fog.

It settles around my body.

I want to reach out to you.

Though I fear rejection.

Would you move away?

I hold in my own lingering fear.

Yet it presses down.

Like a weight on my chest.

Not knowing if silence,

Or rejection is worse.

Would you hear me speak?

Would you listen to me?

I open my mouth.

Words refuse to come aloud.

So instead they scream inside.

They say, "I'm right here."

"Look this way, see me."

Yet I know this is pointless.

Who can be seen in such?

Darkness, as it crowds about.

I feel something against me.

Lifting my hand to see.

Panic sets inside of me.

Blind! I cannot see!

How can I possibly be seen.

If I cannot see myself?

Tears prick the corners.

"Don't leave me alone."

I think, but do not speak.

The floor grows even colder.

The dark becomes thicker.

A sob breaks the silence.

It was my own choked tears.

I can make a sound!

"Yah, I'm right here."

"Please save me from this."

"I've been lost for so long."

The courage to speak up.

Lightens the thickness that surrounds.

I hear a stillness inside of me.

As if telling me,

"I was here all along."

That I just needed find.

The courage to ask for help.

Light has found it's way.

Into this darkened space.

I've been rescued from this prison.

Warmth settles back inside.

I now have my voice again.

If only I knew.

He was there all along.

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©

The Road Unmarked

Walk through the corridors of time.
Paths long since overused.
It holds the footprints of those.
Who walked long before you.

How many have there been?
What were their history? 
They must have walked long.
While on their own long journey.

Can we learn from the past?
Mistakes made in haste.
The ones made in consideration.
Will we repeat history?

The road is well worn.
Making it easy to follow.
To walk in previous footsteps.
No need to make our own.

Does it not make it all the more.
So easy to do the same.
Blatantly obvious mistakes.
Of those gone before?

The path unmarked.
Is not an easy one to follow.
It has burrs and thistles.
Uneven ground and holes unseen.

If you take the unmarked trail.
You'll fall and scrape your knee.
You might even get scratched.
Although you'll not be alone.

The ground will give way.
To beauteous valleys and mountains.
Flowing with rivers and hills.
Sights seen by none.

Take the path unknown.
To the place seen by none.
Find your peace and rest.
Make a journey of your life.

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©

A Feeling Gone Cold

The sting bites at the very tips.
The tip of my toes.
My ears and my nose.
It bites unyielding at my fingertips.

The wind whips the branches.
Rustles the leaves on the ground.
Sways the half dead weeds and grass.
My hair escapes its tie.

Cold! To say this more then once.
Would not express the feeling.
To speak it in 10 languages.
Is unimaginable, unless felt.

Feel your body freeze.
To tell me, "It's only 'so' cold."
Matters not when your teeth.
Refuse to quit their chattering.

Ice settles around the edge.
Ponds are now frozen solid.
Stepping lightly on the ice.
A low moan is heard beneath.

Numbness is seeping in.
Cold has made it to the bone.
Joints begin to creak.
Time to find our way indoors.

Snow finds her way from the heavens.
Making its way to the ground.
They dance and sway in the wind.
Making the cold seem majestic.

For a moment you stare.
Lost in the pure beauty.
The cold is momentarily forgotten.
As you witness natures miracle.

Numb, frozen and stinging extremities.
All seems worth it for that one moment.
To see the world as beautiful.
You see it for the Creators eyes.

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©