744 [04 January 2006]

These words dwell in the chambers of my soul,
long withheld in fear of their importance.
Eternity does not yield her cloak,
nor turn her face from Life,
so neither shall I.
Faith, thought lost, shall not betray me
but return to me what I have sought.
Love will not be easy as it is thought to be.
Enduring the trials set forth by life
shall I find all truth within.
Continuing to stand by his side
shall be the anchor of my passion.
From this grounding I can channel forth,
gather my strength for the grueling roads ahead.
I must face all fears and embrace them,
enfold my heart around its writhing tempo,
still the breath that races.
I shall not withdraw words spoken,
only try to justify them and learn,
be educated by the consequences they force.
Instead of chaining myself to fear,
I shall stake myself to this garden of emotion
that flourishes within this heart of mine.
Thus I shall be free to wander
the hallways and chambers of the world.
Henceforth I will call upon his hand of friendship,
so cautiously outreaching,
to clasp it so gently, lovingly, in my own.
It will be here and now
that my life will change.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

742 If I Had to Dream [19 November 2005]

If I had to dream,
raging thunderstorms overhead,
his eyes blazing into mine.
If I had to live,
fingers enmeshed in his,
at his side I would stand.
If I had to see,
the planes of his face
would be first at dawn.
If I had to breathe,
his scent would invade my lungs,
a gasp caught in my throat.
If I had to sing,
my voice would softly harmonize
with the melody of his life.
If I had to taste,
the rough texture of his hand,
I would press lips to.
If I had to die,
the times his arms embraced me
would reign my memories in the afterlife.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

741 Words [03 November 2005]

Words hold so much meaning to them.
We fear them revealing our darkest secrets,
tremble in anticipation at passion disclosed.
We shrink back in terror at their hate,
desperately desire them to fall
from the lips of one we love.
Words are such simple things,
yet they evoke such myriad of responses.
Would that he speak them to me. . .
any at all.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

740 I Should Go [02 November 2005]

I should go,
wander amid the sea of disease,
drown myself in illness.
This I should do.
Thus forgetting my life,
forgetting my health,
forgetting my mind.
My purpose here is unknown,
laundered out of humanity,
tossed aside with no ambition,
no drive to succeed.
Slice the life from my veins,
watch it flow down the drain of time,
so this pain can follow.
Answers are not so clear,
goals wanted but unsure of how to proceed,
thus I stay stagnant,
left here among the murky waters,
forced to face my mistakes
without hope of redemption.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

737 [31 October 2005]

There is something that we all crave
beyond reason or logic.
It is a desire that relentlessly pulls,
tugs at our sanity,
begs to be fulfilled.
It is a need so base
that the world as it exists now
tries very hard to deny us.
You know what it is,
just as I do.
Its meaning is different,
for each and every one of us.
Its attraction modifies from person to person.
It is for me what it is for you.
The same and yet not.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

736 Passed By [24 October 2005]

I feel my heart sink within me,
a strange sort of desolation,
the loss of something I don’t know of,
a truth which I have been unable to find.
There is a secret that everyone knows,
but I am left alone,
quiet in my little corner,
tired in my little life.
Fate, perhaps, has passed me by,
blowing by me in a careless wind.
Left am I to watch as Time smirks at my loss.
Words speak of my own destiny,
but I fear it has fallen past my fingertips,
slipped through the cracks of my soul,
given to someone more worthy.
The Earth has come full circle,
reminding me of my past,
whispering the truths I cannot hear.
I moved forward, or so I thought.
My heart calls out for no one,
though it sighs at night
when even I cannot stop it.
The search for his touch is unending,
yet I do not know where to begin.
It is the smile I seek, the look in his eyes,
the embrace so tender that I will cry
when first its warmth surrounds me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

735 In Response to Chapter 35 of HotM [21 October 2005]

Found among life’s cruel fate,
a need not wholly realized
but acted on completely.

“I will find you.”

If they had known this fate,
would the motions made
still have been done?
Perhaps at the beginning,
but at the end,
could he have let her stay
in the realm of the underworld?
With this change to their story,
could the emotions that drive them
survive and remain as they were?
But his choice had been made.
As he swung the blade,
he gave up the life he had
and thus may accept this turn
while still holding on to the one thing
that changed him to his core.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017