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Even hard days don’t seem as hard when you’ve got a love to cling to,
This world’s got nothing on two hearts beating true.

Out the door to a space of work during the day,
But that’s all make- believe and child’s play.

We suit up and go to make good in the world,
But that isn’t our sanctuary or where our freedoms unfurl.

No, in real- life we’re the king and queen of this castle,
In our kingdom spilled milk isn’t ever a hassle.

Chalkboard walls and made up tunes,
Singing at tables and month-long birthday balloons.

Weekend adventures to bask in the air of cute towns,
Every day adventures to find the best coffee around.

Paint stains on white furniture,
Loud laughs and silly faces feeling ever so secure.

Books tucked into every cranny and nook,
Woken up from cuddles and kisses and the most eager looks.

Night- time tea and quiet conversations in the dark,
This sweet-spot of life we’re in is one my soul has earmarked.

Cookies for breakfast ever- so- often,
The most rigid corners of my heart have completely softened.

This life we’re leading inside the walls of three one three nine is the only thing real,
I race back to this space and these people just to get another feel.

Crutches

It’s true, they’re happy day to day,
Disruption only caused from the path of sobriety strayed.

There’s a haziness to his eyes,
There’s a sensitivity, that turns into conversation, that turns into his demise.

There’s a woman who can tell in an instant that this is not him,
And that today, he’s jumped into his pool of vices, which could be a deadly swim.

How could such a wonderful man, have such an ordinary crutch?
Turning such a warm soul, into the coldest touch.

Bringing all his insecurities to the surface of his skin,
Tomorrow she knows, it’ll be day 1, they shall begin again.

The same conversations of remorse told each time,
Between support and hard- love, it’s a fine- line.

The biggest threat she faces is her husband’s draw to alcohol,
For it’s as powerful as the ocean and takes pleasure in watching the sturdiest of love fall.

Alcohol will act as his friend and make him feel an empty goodness for a couple hours,
But once that buzz dissipates, he blinks and his whole world has gone sour.

She knows it’s a disease and it’s not as easy as flipping a switch,
But she also knows, a small hole revisited eventually turns into a hurtful ditch.

You can see the love for her in his eyes,
Yet he’s constantly taunted, turning “just one drink,” into something justified.

You can see the love for him in her eyes,
Yet this game between addiction and human is something she can recognize.

They’re in between madly in love and in complete shambles,
Each time he opens the bottle it’s a gamble.

Snapshot

My eyes open to the smell of coffee,
the day begins the moment my feet touch the ground,
the silence between that moment is one of life’s most sacred sounds.

The day begins and doesn’t stop,
Until I’m pulling into the driveway and my cup begins filling drop by drop.

Before I open the door, the smell of coffee hits my nose,
I chuckle, because that’s just how our life goes,

Right now,
Coffee in the morning and coffee in the evening,
Big love, kids, meals, laughs, fights, chores, swirling and dreaming.

Yes, coffee in the morning and coffee in the evening.

Clean

Sometimes no amount of oxygen can cleanse our lungs,
Sometimes, it takes water to allow us to feel like we’ve once again just begun.

Coldness touching every part of old and hurt
And washing it away, as a landslide with dirt.

Sometimes the biggest breath of fresh air we need,
Is just under the surface, where all our shackles can break free.

Head submerged, just us and the silence,
Heavy with scars, our bruises drift off in an instance.

We go under water as one person and come out another,
We enter weighed down and exit lighter.

It’s true the water washes us clean,
Us and water have secrets that remain unseen.

Gamble

I took a gamble on blue eyes full of dreams and a golden heart,
There was a gut- feeling, in a good way, from the start.

I know they say don’t date potential,
But to ears in love, that advice is inconsequential.

Some people need faith in them to become the person they’ve always been,
Some people need a light- heart around to help them forgive themselves for their childhood sins.

Some people need the right kind of love to light their way,
Some people need to be reminded that there’s a fresh start each day.

Sometimes, only one person in the whole world can see what another can become,
And most times, it just takes that one person, to take all the doing and make it undone.

Love can light people on fire and set them free,
Love can shade another’s world from the harshness, just as a tree.

Deep love knows no boundaries and does not run shy of potential not met…yet,
Deep love can sense how good the going’s going to get.

I took a gamble on blue eyes full of dreams and a golden heart,
And I’m tangled up in a masterpiece of love that looks and feels a lot like art.