Don't

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

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.

Homecoming

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.)



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