Letting Go

Teeth clenched
tightly
forced together.
Feet pushing
the ground
slipping, holding.
Body leaning
past the edge
stretching, teetering.
Chest pounding
pumping
heart racing.
Hands reaching
reaching
past the rail and below.
Fingers grasping
clawing
damp air.
Tears falling
begging hands to stop reaching
for
the
fallen.

~Heather

Love Defined

Love is when I get to be me, with you.

~Heather Westover

A Mourning Walk

I inhale a shaky breath and close my eyes. It has been a while since my heart has betrayed me like this, but I am here now in the memory of the past. I run my empty hands across the cool familiar walls, over the smooth, wooden railing, up to the hall that holds a wall of memories. Yesterday is frozen in this place. Picture frames of smiles and perfection sing to me. I walk on, the carpet soft beneath my feet. I see our bed. His side. My side. The lamp on the nightstand spilling out a flood of warmth. My heart stops to the sound of the back door opening and closing. The sound of keys clanking. I am waiting for him, my next breath forgotten. I feel the warmth of his body wrap around mine "I am home," he whispers into my neck. His forsaken love stings against my skin.

Faith

I step out into the unknown… I am walking blindly, cautiously. Breaths of fear and hope mix in the air before me.