I heard a sappy love song
On the radio today
It reminded me of you
In many a different way

It reminded me I miss you
And with a heavy heart
Reminded me how long it’s been
That we’ve been apart.

I remembered then the feeling
Of a deep and satisfying love
That only you can bring me
Like an angel from above.

The song then changed its pitch and tune
And I remembered being mad
Some stupid thing you said to me
That made my heart feel bad.

The song was deep and moving
And then upbeat and light
And it taught me then no matter what
There’s resolution to every fight.

Love is more important
That the fighting or the pain
Its pure as it is simple
And it shall never die in vain

When the song concluded
My mood had been restored
It reminded me to love you more
Through its flowing chord.

~Stephanie Hancock~

The thought frightens me...
Entices me...
Mesmerizes me...
The dark pools of your eyes,
Endless depth,
Shallow chill,
Entrances me...

Who are you?
Why did you come?

Your eyes plead sincerity...
Beg for mercy...
Shine with wonder...
Under the sheen of contempt.

~Stephanie Hanocck~

I’m torn!!
I don’t understand
Why you did what you chose.
You knew how I would feel
But you called...
To tell me?
To tempt me?
To anger me?
To hurt me?

In all of this,
I do understand the reasons.
Too much...
Too many...
Too soon...

But why?
You knew!

In all of your reasons,
You still knew...
You had to.
I would help,
I wanted to!
You knew that.
You torment me with the thoughts...
The dream...
The pain...

You don’t need more.
You don’t deserve more!!
But you could share...
Crude as it sounds...
You have a gift.
An ability...
One I no longer have.
It was taken,
Nearly stolen
And you abuse yours.
It infuriates me...
Hurts me...
Saddens me...
You admitted you knew
Without admittance
But a cheap excuse
That 9 months is too long.

I’ll digest it...
Then spit it out.
All in good time.
Am I your best friend?
Yes, I suppose I am...
I understand...
(15 years)
I’ll keep on listening...
(15 years)
And being here...
(15 years)
As you abort your gift
And finally you will...

You will give your abused ability back to God.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

The room clouds over as mists of rain fall from my eyes,
Onto your hand,
Held outwards towards my heart,
Reaching into the depths of my soul...
Grasping the seedling of my being.
Holding the wisp of feather light leaves
Of my being in your hands,
I am at your mercy...
Your gentle hands caress my heart,
And soothe my aching soul. 

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

There is an ache in my heart...
When you leave me to the dogs,
My soul remains with you...

Your thoughts fill my head,
Dripping woefully into the abyss of love and hurt and loneliness...

To be alone and not lonely
With you...
Loneliness is welcomed.

The loneliness shared with kindred spirit,
Of those likely lonely,
Is not loneliness but company...
of the best kind.

Friends to be left alone
In their abysmal rooms of woe...
Together;
Bonded by emptiness somehow fulfilling.

Alone...
A room with no windows or walls,
Transformed into a world
Where no one and nothing exists or matters...
The loneliness becomes company.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

Tears,
like rain,
Fall with a crash onto my pillow.

The thunderous silence in my room
rings in my ears and haunts my soul.
My mind travels to another world,
where nothing matters,
no one is sick,
everyone cares...
and no one gets hurt.

This world;
existing only in the symphony that is my heart,
longs for its music to be heard.

A masterpiece of caring words,
loving hands,
where everyone is beautiful,
and everyone is equal.

No boundaries on friendship,
Limitless love,
A world built with care.
A world that cannot exist,
other than in the symphony of my heart...

~Stephanie Hancock~

Terrible poetry!
Words scrawled on paper...
Rhyming, not organized.
Blank thoughts, empty words…
Meaningful to only one.

Can you see the beauty?
In the words?
In the misshapen verse?
In the lines and scrawls?
There is deep emotion there,
Written between the lines,
Satirical and cold,
Yet, hot with life!

Reeking with longing
And the bitter sweet taste of romance.
Seek it to truly find it...
If you dare...
 Be wary of the truth!!
The lies just seem more real...

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

I wish that I could draw,
Lines turned into art.
A captivating picture,
That leaps into your heart.

I wish that I could paint,
Strokes turned into love.
A hopeful dreamy picture,
That is beautiful above.

I wish that I could sculpt,
A mound made to portray.
A likeness of something loved,
That lasts beyond my day.

Some say I am an artist,
My words formed into prose.
A melody of sight and sound,
That’s difficult to enclose.

My written lines turned into art,
My stokes turned into love.
A mound of words made to portray,
Anything and everything as above.

~Stephanie Hancock~

American friend...
Canadian ally...
Fated neighbors in combat...
Let us fly our flags hand in hand....
Let us dip them in sorrow together....
Let us raise them in triumph together....
Let us be proud to call each other friend...
Let us respect our neighbors and unite...

It's a simple thing
When life goes awry.
It seems easier to hide away
Than to carry on.

Carrying on with life,
Not always the easy road...
But it's the path less taken
That is sometimes the truest journey.

Learn to live for you,
Not the world
And all its burdens and worries
It is expected you have your own.

The world won’t end
With one day gone by
With nothing done or accomplished
And everything gained.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~