Month: August 2017

In the mist
branches come out like
wicked fingers catching
anything in its path.

In the mist
no one has ever come back
from that path.

© 2012 Kimber Michaela

step by step

tile by tile

its seems to never end?

© 2012 Kimber Michaela

Life is a series of
stepping stones
each step brings you closer
to your future and where
you belong.

But pay attention where you step
they can be misleading, farther then they appear
and slippery then they seem.
It can lead to you falling.
Then you have to start  your journey all over again.

© 2012 Kimber Michaela

How many times have we started
only to crumple it up.

You only have One chance
to get it right.

Words can be erased from the pages
but not someone’s heart.

© 2012 Kimber Michaela 2012

So deep in thought
I don’t hear you
call my name.
I close my eyes and
take a deep breath when
I look back down a rose
lays on my page.
I turn around and see another
on the floor then another.
I start to pick them up and
follow their trail up the stairs
stopping at our bedroom door.

I frown when I open the door
I see rose petals leading a path
to our bed, where more petals
are scattered across the covers.
The room becomes dark then
candles start to come alive.

A voice from behind me says
have I told you much I cherish
and love you in my life.

Tonight you will know over and over again!

Kimber Michaela 2012

You haunt the shadows of my mind.
Memories of yester-years.
Dreams once bright burn no more.
Laughter now takes on a erie silence.
Everything around me has grown dark.
Warmth has turned to bitter cold.
You haunt the shadows of my mind,
soon I will be but a memory.

Kimber Michaela 2012