Hidden Treasures

Sometimes I wish that I had a deeply sad love song to sing.
There is this hidden treasure in sadness.
A familiar beauty,
Genuineness, vulnerability, reachability.

Perhaps I just need to dig a bit deeper,
On that place marked with an X.
You know that place, that you know exists,
But dare not go, for the fear of what lies beneath?

Sadness, like that stranger that you meet
Who looks frighteningly familiar,
But you dare not approach them,
For the fear of them not being so strange after all,
but someone you worked really hard to forget.

Sometimes I wish I had an utterly sad love story to tell.
Then I looked over at my shelf filled with books,
Noticing that one book in the furthest corner.
You know the one, whose title is buried beneath collected dust,
Pages, home to various critters,
Delicately decorated with cobwebs,
That one book that you dared never to open again.

Stories untold, songs unheard, treasures buried.

via Daily Prompt: Treasurep<

Advertisements

Chasing 


Only when she drank would she think of you.  So she dove deeper, to the very bottom of the bottle, just to reach every essence of you.  

With each sip she knew she could find you, feel you, love you. Late nights, soft music,  glass in hand,  refills, as many as it takes,  that was her time with you.

Many deemed her an alcoholic, but the help didn’t seem to work.  Addicted,  she was, to alcohol…not so much.