Gone

There you were, walking in the fog.

We had been apart for so long.

It felt like a lifetime has passed by, since you’ve been gone.

Though, there was no embrace.

There was no tear in your eye, not even a drop that would make its way down your face.

It was as if you were different.

Your heart had changed.

My heart seemed to go silent, no longer could I feel its beat.

My lungs were waiting, desperately, hoping to again, soon, be able to breathe.

It was as if we could no longer be.

As I stood before you, there was a silent storm starting to thunder inside of me.

You turned away.

I couldn’t find the words to ask you to stay.

You were gone.

-M.

Here

I wanted to be here, this is where they told me to be.

They said I would do well here.

They told me this was where I was meant to be.

I waited and tried.

Gave it my all, even when I felt like each time was my last, again I tried.

I listened and followed, then I realized…

I cannot follow.

I must learn for myslef.

I must find a new place.

That was a big truth to swallow.

To be here, to understand…

To feel free, to be able to independently stand…

I finally get it.

I finally understand.

I am always exactly where I need to be.

Yes, here, but also, not where they told me I should be.

Here is within me.

Here is wherever I am, wherever I need to be.

-M.

Waiting

Life seems tough, when all you feel like you are doing is pushing and waiting.

You don’t know where you are going, or how you will get there.

You are patient, though it isn’t always easy.

You are waiting, yet working so hard, trying to get to a place, somewhere you don’t even know if it exists in real life or just in your head.

It feels like all you can to is to keep on pushing and waiting, hoping, one day, something good will come from it all.

The day comes to an end and you are so tired.

You have put in the time.

You have put in so many hours.

There is a light at the end of this tunnel, and it is going to show you that all the waiting was worth it.

You will see.

There is so much beauty coming for you.

Keep on going.

Keep on pushing.

Continue to have patience.

Your time is coming.

Just like waiting for the sun to set, having patience and persistence always pays off.

There is beauty after all the waiting.

You will see.

There is more for you, here.

There is so much more for you to see.

-M.

Simple Shell

I see you there, all alone.

You may feel broken, but you are mostly whole.

You have traveled so far, just to land right here.

There is beauty in your simplicity.

A delicate elegance in how you are just simply here.

You seek nothing, yet you have a all you need.

A life of solitude.

A life of peace.

You have done well.

You are more than just a simple shell.

-M.

Lake Crescent (and the Lodge)

This lake is a magical lake.

The waters heal you.

The sunsets will astonish you.

Lake Crescent is not just a simple lake.

To know her beauty, you must feel her healing.

Summertime is, seemingly, the best time of year to capture her magic, but all year round she will be carrying on…

So many come to see her.

Once they do, they are mesmerized.

With ducks, docks and a shore full of soft rocks, you can be certain to find your favorite spot.

Lake Crescent Lodge is most certainly divine, with luxury dining and quaint little cabins, you will find many ways to pass the time.

There is so much room to roam, plus immaculate sights to see this beautiful lake, from multiple points of view.

If you walk along the forest line, you will find many trails to explore.

These lead you to some of the oldest trees in the state of Washington, or so I have been told, some are over five-hundred years old.

If you’re reading this and need a new place to explore, Port Angeles, WA has this stunning beauty, who’s shores you might enjoy taking some time to explore.

Plus you might even discover the magic of this beautiful lake, that has so many perplexed about.

Either way, hopefully you do get out and find somewhere new to explore.

Nature is magical, no matter where you are.

-M.

Weathered

Life has worn out your rough edges.

You’ve been tossed around, now you can’t help but be smooth and still.

You are softer than you once were.

What you are is beautiful.

You always have been.

Overtime, our true nature starts to show.

When life has taken us down to our core, all we can do is be who and what we are.

We are bent and molded into how we need to be for our life.

You lay there with support from all sides.

You have finally found a place to rest.

You deserve it.

Life looks good on you.

Weathered.

Natural.

Real.

Raw.

-M.

Trapped

You have been crippled, blocked by your fears.

There seems to be no way out.

All you can see is more that keeps you trapped in fear.

There may be a tall cast iron gate, and a barbed wire fence, but look at what is beyond.

There is a life that you desire, a peace that you deserve, a place where you belong.

Behind these bars of fear is not safe, is what you say.

There is so much out there, beyond this gate.

Look at the sun.

It has to continue to push beyond…

Beyond the sky, beyond the sea,

Beyond the darkness and what it cannot see.

You must, too,

You must push through…

Beyond the fears that keep you trapped here.

Find your way around that gate, for there is always a path from behind the gate of fear.

-M.

Driftwood

You have deep scars that not many can see, but you show them all to me.

Many of my scars are showing, but I have others, others that are much deeper, that only you can see.

You try to protect me, as you block the winds and the waves from reaching my open surface.

You carry the weight of so many, as people walk on you so that they can look inside of me, like my wounds are open just for that very purpose.

You seldom leave my side, when the winds blow or someone rolls us apart, you always find a way back to my side.

Nature brought us here, to finish out this life together.

We were both once deeply rooted trees, now here we are, on this shore, waiting for the tides to take us away once more.

-M.

When You are with Me

Play with me in the water,

Lay with me by the sea.

Let’s walk on the sand and wait for the waves, as the tide to comes in.

The sun will set and the air will grow colder,

But when your with me, the cold will not matter.

We will walk hand in hand,

Watching out for crabs in the sand.

We will collect rocks and shells,

There will be so many that our pockets will overfill.

We can pack a picnic and feed the the leftovers to the seagulls,

When you are with me, the days will never, so we can just walk the sandy beaches forever, at peace, hand in hand.

-M.

Big Brother

You are so kind, so sweet, so loving and so very caring.

Whoever knows you, knows that this is true.

Big brother, Noah, you are so wonderful, always there with a helping hand.

What is it about you that makes you so kind?

Maybe its all the giving that you do, the sweet texts or the time you spend helping out those around you who need a helping hand.

When we were growing up, you were always there, for Erich and for me.

You were also teaching us, by example, about kindness and responsibility.

We may have had some disagreements, but you were the sweetest, even back then.

Now we are older and here you are still, always lending a hand or asking if the kids and I are alright.

Noah, thank you.

Thank you for being so nice, for caring, for helping and for showing others how to be kind.

Thank you for being so good at being my big brother and for wanting to always be sure those around you are alright.

I love you.

-M.