Eight Miles and a Million

Eight Miles and a Million
He's only eight miles
away, but it may as
well be a million

He's a busy man’s man
who wants me to believe
that I have a place in
his life

Yet when I see my mirror’s
reflection and am honest
with myself, I see that nothing
could be further from
the truth, for if you can't
make an hour a week
for someone, how can you
ever build a foundation
that will survive a lifetime?

The kind gestures
make me smile and
know that deep inside
this whirlwind who
never stops is a man
worthy of my love,
yet I am finding
communication
becoming almost
nonexistent and the
patience I pride myself
in wearing as thin
as ice as another
day turns into a week,
a month, six weeks..

I don't lose hope
easily and am sometimes
stubborn (and even loyal)
to a fault when I believe
that something great can
emerge, but reality is
knocking at my door
and eventually I must answer

Eight miles might
as well be a million,
if two people
never touch...

Lynn West (C) 2014

Shadow Wolf Love

Shadow Wolf Love
He climbed onto the jutting rock
And heard the Wolf inside

The world around seemed surreal,
Thoughts of her would not subside

Minutes became hours as he
Held her close, this creature of the night
-did he fear she'd take wings in fright?

She held steadfast, for she'd dreamt of him
And knew he did exist
A pull of nature, from long ago,
Neither chose to resist...

Lynn West
(c) 2014
for Shadow Wolf

Photo by http://shadow-wolf.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-Lights-321969877 Namrais - with full credit given for this wonderful work of art.

Your Choice

Your Choice

Wrapped in a cocoon of
mixed feelings, frustration
and what ifs, my soul aches
for closure, renewal
or some semblance
thereof

Caring for one who’s heart
is incapable of returning
emotion is like spinning
through space, not
knowing if you will land
or endlessly orbit

The heart does not always
choose as wisely as the
mind would have us do

It is amazing how one can make
you feel so good and so bad
all in the same moment

Wise up, chin up, toughen up,
grow up, back up, double up,
take the bull by the horns;
anyway you chose to say it,
the choice to be hurt or to heal
is in your own hands…

Lynn West
© 2014