Carefree spirits bottled up inside

Trapped by emotions that tame

Hearts led around on a leash by its captor

Confused by the rules of the game

A forfeit of control for each fantasy ride

Obscuring the thief in the night

Mindful of the figure in the shadows

Intoxicated by the beacon of light

Consumed by the torture absence creates

A child-like adoration abounds

Hidden wonders desperate to explore

Each destructive hold astounds

The mystery and grace of nature move them

Token resistance to the iniquity

A wolf cries boy in a repetitive chord

Unleashing the clarity of their destiny

She looks down upon me

As the universe weighs down on me

Within her peace I am set free

Show me how to live

My angel, your guidance your sun, is the only light I see

My twin soul I live for two on this earth

Every road I turn

To make you proud

Every decision I make only to see you

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“Yes,” she sighed, “it’s my real name.” Mary Meaux dejectedly signed her name to the ticket that the server offered before setting it back down on the table amidst the remains of their Mexican dinner. Her husband, Beau – “Yes, that’s really his name, too,” she all too often had to say – was working late, and so she had the entire brood to herself. Shuttling five children to and from the nursery/daycare, then getting them all fed, then back home to begin the ordeal of getting them showered, homework done (in theory, at least), and then finally to bed… it wasn’t exactly easy. Doing this with a husband who claimed to be working late far too often and bringing home far too little money for doing so made life a living hell.

“…in the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.” Mary sighed as she put her ornately worked rosary back into its velvet bag. Each of its beads were beautifully polished to a shine – as much from their constant use as from their original quality craftsmanship. Truthfully, it was her most prized possession, the only thing of any kind of quality that she owned in her small, entirely overcrowded house. Her faith, really, was the only thing that kept her going. It was a product of her troubled first pregnancy (more…)