Songbird

Let my lyrics lick
The heart beating in your soul,
Surrender to me. 

You Ain't Broken

Alright ladies and gentlemen, we need to talk.

We need to talk about this undying need to be "broken" - this glorification of irreparable damage having been committed against your beautiful spirit.

I'm not being facetious. Your spirit is beautiful. But do you know what else your spirit is?

Strong.

Unbreakable.

Untamed.

Ferocious.

Loud.

It might be bruised.

Scarred.

Denied at times.

Cracked.

And it might even feel broken.

But it won't remain this way forever... if you choose to not let this obstacle defeat you.

Obstacles can come at you from all different directions.

They can manifest in so many different ways.

These obstacles can be in the form of facing a fear or running down the bastard who hurt you.

They can seem shallow to others, but are in fact deep gorges cut into your psyche.

They can take moments to overcome, or a lifetime.

Obstacles can be anything.

They can attempt to break you.

Bend you to the point of fracture.

But you decide what lasting mark they will leave.

Let's talk about you.

There is no easy fix.

I'm sorry.

There just isn't.

It's going to take work to stand up to your obstacles and face them boldly.

It's going to take strength to leap these hurdles.

It's going to take a reason for trying.

But you can do it.

Maybe with a little help...

Or a lot.

There's strength in searching for help.

And receiving it.

Like Air

Writing Prompt Two: So this is what it means to drown.

Before our adventure begins, the beginning must be told. When I met him I was quiet, internal, mindfully collected in a strong, elegant sort of way. I had dedicated so much of my efforts to becoming a pillar of womanly independence that I had forgotten what it was like to feel loved, to know romance. When I was ready to search again, I did so with vigor. There were requirements of myself and of any future him that needed to be satisfied. There were playful requests, too... for the man I wanted him to be, but also the history which was attached to him.

When his hands wrapped around my neck and squeezed gently, slowly cinching my breath to a trickle, I knew I had found the one. His lips forcefully pushed into my own and with an open mouth his tongue massaged my tongue and just before the release his teeth bit into my lip. He could make me moan with involuntary pleasure. Noises escaping my captured throat that I made no effort to make. He knew he had me, body, spirit, and faith. I trusted him to destroy me in the most beautiful way; to torture me with his love. And he did, continues to do so, and forever will. His will be a taste that lingers in my mouth for all my years to come. A craving I will harbor until my end is reached. With this knowledge, I accept my fate, loving him like I love the air I breathe. And when he is away my lungs ache for him, my mind lamenting: so this is what it means to drown.

They say you should be careful for what you wish for because it just might come true.

I didn't realize happiness needed a warning.

It Begins

Writing Prompt One: When I dreamed of the desert I never imagined it with snow. Yet here we are; hot sand beneath our feet and crystal flakes falling from they sky...

I'm really starting to wonder if Colorado is such a very real place, after all. Sand dunes fill the horizon to the north of me, the sneaking white capped mountains breaking through the timberline border the east. It's a strange place, resting beneath dunes and mountains, feet dancing through the chilled waters of glacier runoff. Like being at a sandy beach with no ocean. The wind whips though my hair, biting my exposed ears. White flakes fell from over burdened clouds, balancing on the tip of my nose before melting from the heat of my body.

"Are you ready?"
My gaze filtered out the distraction of this mystical place and focused on his form. "Ready for what?"
"Our adventure!"