At the Gate
Mood:  lyrical


At the Gate



I stand here, as I am, looking ahead

Yesterday’s pain can’t hold me back.
Tears can’t make me cry - again.
Fears no longer have the chains
To my heart.
I have to keep moving forward.
Understanding the price I paid
To be free.
Fears call me back.
Trying to make be believe
Their lies.
Pain seeks to grab a hold of my soul
And not let go.
To make me cry - again.
The weight of your crimes against me
No longer keep me here.

You are no longer my traveling companion

So I leave you at the Gate.
To continue my journey, without you.
I see you.....I hear you.....I feel you.
And I’ll remember next time
To be wary of your smile,
Your eyes.....Your touch.
So that I can make my life my own.



LaSonja Henry

If We Were Friends
Mood:  lyrical


IF WE WERE FRIENDS



I would give you a hug.

If we were lovers

I would kiss your lips,

and wipe the frown

from your brow.

If I could . . .

I would erase the past


But Instead . . .

We stand outside

of the place we use to be

Together.

Separated by regret.

Looking into the room

at the ghosts that occupy

the space we once shared

as friends.


LaSonja Henry