775 [18 July 2006]

Piece together this soul of mine,
take me into the embrace of your words,
lay me to rest among the world of your mind.
Let me stay in this place,
where everything is yours,
and I cannot turn around without find you there.
This is what I have sought since forever.
Bind me to you in every way,
keep me safe and I will give you
that most rare thing: the whole of me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

763 Break Me Down [04 June 2006]

In the quiet glance you give me,
nothing can be misconstrued.
Desperately does my heart yearn
to embrace you within its folds,
yet still I keep you at arm’s length.
The knowledge of giving in
eats away at my poor defense,
as the promise of desired peace
fills the space between us.
Break down these walls I built,
destroy the fortress around my soul,
free me from this everlasting despair.
Grab ahold of me,
never let go,
even if I try to run away.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

771 [13 July 2006]

It is an acceptance
that must be endured.
Forget that there is such a thing,
move on and never remember,
although it may lay dormant within
chained to its wall of obscurity,
unleashed when darkness descends.
True escape shall never be known,
for this is an ache of old,
a pure despair that shall never be rescued.
It will weigh heavy on this heart
buoyed up only by a strength of will.
There will not arrive a moment’s rest
for the exhaustion of the lonely.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

770 Circle [27 June 2006]

It is not in me to defy odds.
In the end, I am merely who I am,
and there is no definition that fits.

Life moves on.
Things grow and die,
relationships crumble and reform.
We live, in nothing else but a circle.
Where it falls apart,
in another place it mends.
So it is as it always is.
We are merely beings who
dance upon this sphere,
joyous at moments,
despairing at others.
Slipping past the break
to only fall down in another.
There is no rhyme or reason.
It simply is.
Yet underlying this is fate,
weaving her inexplicable logic
into the skeins of our lives.
And we follow.
Blessed, or damned, we follow.
In the end, acceptance will equal a peace
Leading to a life lived,
if not to its fullest,
at least to its most joyous.
And above it all,
Love.
In all its form and splendor.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

768 [18 June 2006]

The tears fall,
rain from cloudy emotions,
dreary uncertainty pooling at my feet,
trickling despair from unseeing eyes,
bitterness on my tongue.
Through blurred vision do I see
only what cannot be.
Years spent in hermitage
shall be the future I fear.
The deluge returns outside,
fear fading, mind reeling,
I step into the falling water,
cleansing my soul, my fear.
Thunder laughs above
what I am
I can only accept,
and regardless of that,
rain will still fall,
no matter which road I take.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017