Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Don't make me feel beautiful,
I just might get used to it
And then there'd be no living
With me. I might actually
Start believing it myself
Dreaming the thing I can't know.

Don't make me feel beautiful,
Because then I might expect
To feel that way again and
You may not be able to
Deliver, and I will wait,
Hoping for what I can't have.

Don't make me feel beautiful,
Because feeling's addiction
And withdrawels will kill me.
It's temporary madness
Certain to destroy my heart,
Reaching for what I can't be.

Caren E. Salas

Monday, June 20, 2011

I am Fine

The sun shines
The days are passing
I am fine.
No, really
But the shadows never fade
They linger on me.

I am fine
No, really I am.
Life goes on,
So will I
But the memories take my sleep
And turn it to tears.

Life goes on
For everyone else
Every day,
Not for me
Waking up to an echo
Instead of his arms.

Every day,
One day at a time
Is too much.
Be patient
While I pick up the pieces
Of my broken heart.

Caren E. Salas

For my friend, Kessa. I can't imagine how you feel, only how I would. Love you.

Thursday, June 16, 2011


You walk to me
I hardly breathe
I try not to let it show.

You've been so missed
We hug and kiss
I don't want to let you go.

We stare a while
Was that a smile?
I know it must feel odd.

But I'm relieved
You're back with me
One more reason to thank God.

Caren E. Salas

(This was written in response to Robert Lee Brewer's prompt: "a welcome poem". This is dedicated to those who wait at home for those who serve our country.)