Silhouettes

I know one day

I'll pick a blade of grass

in the front or backyard

and know it was worth it.

With the silhouette

of children running around,

as their big heads

shine in the sunlight.

I'll be free of the cloud

I currently float in,

coasting atop a world

seemingly so far away.

I'm tired. 

I know I'm young, but I'm tired.

I know this is what I want,

but I'm tired.

I miss you.

More with each day, each hour.

I miss us. I miss time.

I miss you.

Your sacrifice is a daily one.

I'm not deserving of your love,

but I cherish it, even when it feels

like I'm so far away.

It's all part of a plan

to spend our lives

somewhere where we can

be happy.

So that I can lie down,

pick a blade of grass,

watch the kids with you in front of me,

and know it was all worth it.

My lack of control is out of control

Thoughts pour in.

My mind floods with thoughts on your thoughts.

This is what I do.

What else did you think?

Hard to sleep.

Eyes half-full of water.

They can't shut.

I can't shut out the thoughts of the day.

But I'll learn. Yes. I. Will.

Don't doubt

Everything you are exudes everything you are.

The talent, smarts and skills get shown to the faces that matter.

They see you, I promise.

Doubt may fill whatever thoughts you have left.

But don't forget the confidence hiding underneath.

Bring it out. It's beautiful to see.

The world is yours. It's only a matter before it realizes.

I can't wait to see you hold it in your hands.

Sweet Pea

Heavy are the eyes of this young man.
Old as can be, I close each lid.
Instantly, the space mountain star field surrounds me.
Can I just float away?

Will you come with me?
Let's fly from star to star.
There is only one universe.
No one else I want to explore it with.

"Not THAT McCarthy."

His shelter is thin, a line between him and the star field that floats overhead.
It'll be 26 degrees in the tent come morning.
He'll say that's warmer than normal.
His hat says he served.

It sits atop the aged Navy man flipping through a library book.
Some words are too new to understand, as is his current life.
Joe and his wife are going on two weeks on the edge of a Colorado lake.
Rent merely a small fee to pitch an old tent.

The wind's too high to start a fire.
If you ask him why they stay, he'll ask you where they can go.
If you ask him when they'll leave, he'll tell you it's when a paycheck can be earned.
If you ask him for a word, he'll give you plenty.