If These Walls Could Talk

If These Walls Could Talk

 

© 2013 Mit Maras

 

If these walls could talk

The stories they could tell

Standing protective

Cherished memories well

 

Firm foundation laid

Giving birth to new dreams

Long awaited start

Gripping tight the strong beams

 

Sheetrock, wood, and nails

By themselves prove useless

Together stand strong

Secrets never confessed

 

They say someone’s eyes

Are gateways to the soul

These windows shine through

With every joy and toll

 

The chimney snorts smoke

From a freshly lit fire

Warmth or some romance

Are a full heart’s desire

 

Heavenly angels perched

On the rooftop so stout

Warding off evil

That may be lurking about

 

Hugs, laughter, and tears

Past fond memories shared

An unspoken trust

Safeguarding those who cared

 

If these walls could talk

We know just what they’d say

Tales of family

And love along the way

 

©2013 Mit Maras

Souls Soar

Souls Soar

 

© 2012 by Mit Maras

 

 

Solitary roads traveled

Relationships sworn off

 

Fateful meeting collides

Two lives forever altered

 

Shared friends from afar

Forgotten name ignites the bond

 

Quick friendship forged

Deeper alliance emerges

 

Sweaty palms lead the leap of faith

Alone, invitation extended

 

Playful teases torture acceptance

Nervous spirits separately arrive

 

Fears and regrets openly shared

Normal walls unable to tower

 

Hours slip by like moments

Daylight stolen by the night

 

Longing connection found

Hearts entrusted to another

 

Timeless love takes flight

Fused souls soar evermore

 

© 2012 by Mit Maras

Don’t Second Guess The Soul

Someone once said to me, “my poems just take a life of their own”. I never understood what that meant until this poem hit me last night. In the depths of a horrible loss, these words kept fighting to be written. I had no desire. I was hurt. I was mad. And I didn’t want to think about the hurt let alone make it beautiful. But I learned that even when people give up on you and are so selfish they refuse to fight. And when you are tired of being the only one who’s been fighting….a poem will show you there was still fight left. I gave in to the onslaught and cried over this piece for about 6 hours last night.

Friendships are taken too lightly these days. When you have someone who supports you through every decision you’ve made and still fights to be in your life…apologize when you make a mistake. If in your elated moment you cause the one you held dear to stumble….apologize. A simple “I’m sorry” is nothing to be too prideful over. If your friend is hurting, and you had a hand in it…is it really worth losing everything? If it is….then that person was never what you said they were. Be careful how you treat your friends. We all have limits and will one day give up. If you’re the one hurting…speak your piece, state your case, lay your heart one more time on the table and trust them to care for it. When they choose not to cherish your heart, quietly pick it up and walk away knowing you did all you could do.

I apologize for any grammatical errors. I love run on sentences and I use the word “and” entirely too much. Downfall to the one person you counted on to help being the one who walked away.

If you’ve got a friend that a simple “I’m sorry what I did hurt you. Now let’s celebrate together” would fix. Put down your pride and ego and selfishness….show them they are worth it. Or you’ll lose them forever.

Don’t Second Guess The Soul

© 2012 by Mit Maras

Face down on bended knees

Quickly gasping for air

You reach out for the hand

That’s no longer right there

 

Hurts spoken in anger

Are a matter of heart

Satan’s most prized weapon

Someone tears love apart

 

When pain’s voice becomes all

That you’re able to hear

Darkness blankets the truth

Imminent end is near

 

Last trust placed before them

Lay selfishness aside

Vulnerable and bare

With nowhere else to hide

 

Questions race through your mind

Could they possibly care

Hell delights in triumph

Death of a bond so rare

 

Friendship once so selfless

No story has seen script

People change and move on

Two lives forever ripped

 

Blessed you were to have them

An invincible team

Forever remember

Woven as one in seam

 

Doesn’t matter how hard

You fight for them to stay

Out of loyalty stand

And watch them walk away

 

There’s part of your being

Should never need be told

For love to ever last

Don’t second guess the soul

 

©2012 by Mit Maras

Surviving The Climb

Surviving The Climb

 

© 2012 by Mit Maras

 

From the depths of darkness

Births a will to survive

The first act of freedom

Is surviving the climb

 

Stubbornly fights to rise

All forces pressing down

Final shove to daylight

Vaults blithe life above ground

 

Worldly glimpses at first

Endless secrets concealed

Presence goes unnoticed

Purposes soon revealed

 

Minuscule existence

Only witness God’s eye

Stretching beyond limits

Heaven’s angels are nigh

 

Warmth of life pleasant spring

Cool winds and gentle breeze

Docile bends, mellow sways

Petals extend and tease

 

Bright palettes dance as one

Gently nuzzled by bees

Sharing God’s elements

Creation on her knees

 

Afternoon rain showers

Drowning out scorching heat

Relentless summertime

Worthy foe hard to beat

 

Fall leans itself cool nights

Welcomed relief from burn

Naively unaware

Lurking danger near turn

 

Nestled deep for winter

Protected against frost

Unyielding to demise

No matter what the cost

 

© 2012 by Mit Maras

 

 

Death Is Never More Beautiful

Death Is Never More Beautiful

 

© 2012 by Mit Maras

 

In unwavering reverence,

We watch as she dances,

Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.

 

With a natural pluck,

Each canvas spirals down,

Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.

 

For so long we have sought,

The solitude of her darkest places,

Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.

 

Death has now befallen her.

Yet, death … has not beaten her.

 

She stretches exposed arms,

Void of those she held dear,

Rooted against all threatening new life next year.

 

Standing bare and vulnerable,

Her loss is witnessed by all,

Heaven’s perfect example of our choice to stand tall.

 

Held captive in a place

Where heartache and darkness rule,

She towers the world,

All proof … death is never more beautiful.

 

© 2012 by Mit Maras