​I cower, used and empty.
The grit of rejection stinging in my eyes.
I should have lied,
Told you I was innocent, harmless.
Are lies better than the truth?
Only to the weak.
Your harsh words bruised my spirit,
Buried my soul,
Painful as a sandstorm.
Why the necessity 
To discard your only companion?
I told you the truth,
Only to find
Accepting truth was your weakness.

©AM

I wondered if Heaven was like this
I wished it to be so.
Quiet, restful, bright, restoring.
I beheld the scene with awe.
The long grass
swaying in the soft breeze
Dancing to the rhythm of the waves.
I heard no sound.
I couldn't speak,
I couldn't breathe.
I watched the waves.
In and out
In.....then out
As if breathing for me.
This was heaven
My heart told me so.....
​And it was my heaven.