Poetry | Stronger with Every Step

The Bottle Remains

Tomorrow waits, yet I stand still,

Sober by choice, against my will.

Through slurred-out rage and shattered breath,

Through echoes sharp with whispered death.

The fuck yous laced in bitter wine,

Your hands- kept far, nor crossing mine.

Not out of hate, but something more,

A line drawn firm upon the floor.

I checked your nose, I wiped the red,

Carried you back to borrowed beds.

Not ours, not mine, not meant to be,

Yet still, you rest- because of me.

I hope you see, through all you lack,

How much I care , though love won't track,

You chose the drink, you let me go-

and still, the bottle waits below.

Crossroads

I've stumbled, fallen, drowned in the glass,

But that ends here- no more, no past.

The choice now stands, not mine, but yours,

A path unknown, behind locked doors.

Where do we go? What do we choose?

Do we mend, or do we lose?

Is there a life for us to build,

Or only silence, left unfilled?

Do we part, untangle ties,

Choose ourselves, not alibis?

No matter where your heart may land,

I'll love you still- no reprimand.

For come what may, for all undone,

You'll hold my love, though we move on.

Yours, Always

Forever, love, my heart stays true,

No pain can break what beats for you.

Through every ache, through every scar,

You are my wish, my guiding star.

I hope you choose to stand, to stay,

But I can't bed, not one more day.

I want your heart, your soul, your touch,

Yet wanting isn't quite enough.

The choice is yours- I'll wait, I'll see,

But love will live in me, still free.

Fading Echoes

My heart aches, my soul wears thin,

Left in the dark, alone again.

Again, again- you may turn away,

Yet leave me hope you'll choose to stay.

You tempt, you tease with what could be,

A dream that never comes to me.

I love you, handsome- always will,

But love alone won't keep me still.

My heart is hurting, my soul is tired,

Chasing embers long expired.

The Fight to Begin

I stand in the void, hollow and worn,

No past to hold, no future born.

Only the now, a fleeting breath,

Lost between life and silent death.

When do I yield, lay battles to rest,

Let go of pain held tight in my chest?

When does the heart forget to ache,

And learn which path it dares to take?

Yet still, I rise on weary ground,

Seeking the place where hope is found.

I do not know the way or when,

But I must fight to live again.

The Strength to Stand

Have you ever felt like nothing goes right,

Like you're lost in the dark, searching for light?

Pulled in directions too many to count,

Never quite reaching the top of the mount?

I know that feeling—I’ve lived it each day,

But today, I have something special to say.

A moment so simple, yet shining so bright,

A victory small, but filled me with light.

Would you believe it? Yard work, it seems,

Brought me success beyond my dreams.

Not long ago, I feared the worst,

That my legs had failed, that I was cursed.

Six months ago, I faced a choice,

With doubt in my heart, yet strength in my voice.

"Amputate now, or take the chance?"

I chose to fight, to stand, to dance.

They told me I might never stand tall,

But I refused to crumble, refused to fall.

No therapy came, no guiding hand,

So I carved my path, learned to stand.

I walked, I jogged, I played once more,

I worked, I laughed, I opened the door—

To a life not broken, but strong and true,

A life I reclaimed, a life made new.

So if you’re lost, if you can’t find your way,

If the world feels heavy, dark, and gray,

Remember this—don’t let fear decide,

Strength is born when you choose to rise.

You are mighty, you are bold,

Your story is yours, and it must be told.

No matter what storms may come into view,

You can do anything—yes, even yard work too.

A Future in Question

Where do we go from here, my love?
Do we hope while bracing for despair?
Do we walk on glass with weary steps,
Afraid the cracks will lead us there?

Do we hold our breath, hearts unsure,
Waiting for the fall to start?
Or have we lost the will to dream,
Too scared to mend this fragile heart?

So many questions, whispers fade,
Unspoken words, a love undone.
I want a future, hand in hand,
But only if you want it too.

Choosing Joy in the Journey

Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned,
We think we’re going left, but a right is at hand.
That doesn’t mean we’ve lost the fight,
We pause, breathe deep, and find our light.

We choose to be happy, where we stand,
But that doesn’t mean we’ll stay in the sand.
We can build a new path, start again,
And make a fresh plan, free from the strain.

We may not control what comes our way,
But we own how we respond each day.
I choose to see joy, in all that’s small,
The smiles of my kids, the victories, the call.

The A in my class, the book that I read,
The songs that lift me, the moments I need.
The rest will come, in time, no doubt,
For joy in the journey is what it’s about.

Loves Fading Whisper

My heart is breaking, torn in two,
It aches for love I once knew.
It feels as though, with every breath,
It's ripped from me—this love, this death.

Do you love me? Tell me, please.
Or am I grasping autumn leaves,
Drifting, fading, lost to time,
A love that once was wholly mine?

You hold me close, yet words won't stay,
They slip like ghosts, they fade away.
Your lips are silent, cold and still,
While I am screaming—do you feel?

What do I do? Where do we go?
Is this the end? I need to know.
Will love return or drift to past?
Or is this silence built to last?

Time to Grow, Time to Heal