“Space”

My heart beats,
As my soul runs on empty.
I’m longing for an understanding,
To what is deteriorating before my eyes.

I gave you space
Hoping for the healing to
Take place, and erase whatever caused
The distance growing between the two of us.

Have you begun
To notice the sudden change
In my routine and the hello here and there.
I’m missing your presence, and the silent stares.

I wish for you back,
But only if you want it too.
For I don’t want to become a burden,
Or someone you can’t stand to be around...

By: Ginger Lorraine Smith
5-8-06

“You”

As I turn the hall,
There you are.
As I open the door,
There you are.
When I look away,
It’s you I hear.
When I plug my ears,
I still hear your voice.
When I walk away,
It’s your footsteps I hear.
When I turn the corner,
It’s you I knock into.
When I fall to the ground,
It’s you that picks me up.
When I fall asleep,
It’s you I dream up.
When I wake in the morn,
It’s you I see.
When I die in the end,
It’s you I want next to me.

By: Ginger Smith
5-10-06

“Haunting of the past”

Thoughts run through my mind,
Of everything I thought I left behind.
My past has come back,
As one single attack.
Years have gone by,
Without a single try.
I never thought that I would fall.
As I recall.
I told myself I’d grow from here,
And continue on year after year.
But to my own surprise,
I was living in lies.
Lies to others, but mostly to myself.
I hid the truth up on a shelf.
Hid the pain deep within my soul.
Hiding my biggest hole,
Which is right in the center of my heart.
Every time I think about it, I fall apart.
The things I quit,
I admit,
Were wrong, cruel, and not for me.
With that I can agree.
Yet now I see myself going back to those,
Cause I suppose,
There’s nothing left for me.
I can’t change anything to the slightest degree.
My past is haunting me again,
Bringing me a great deal of pain.
I don’t know what to do anymore,
Except to fall victim, and be who I was before.

By: Ginger Smith
5-10-06