Inconsequential

pressed

Sprinkled thoughts and sleepless nights

Tossing dreams that roll with words unkind

Hearts and hopes furiously left undone, once escaped, forever gone

Such curiously fragile those pressed memories we carry in our minds

What was real and what was not?

Inconsequential stories of the breath of love and when it is lost

~Alisa Hutton

Anticipation

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It is that unpredictable edge of the wave right before the break. Breathless raw fear that feels as though it may swallow you whole. That moment of  bated-breath before uttering the words of your unspoken heart. I love you. Feeling electricity run through your body like a freight train about to jump its tracks. Tender vulnerability that is seconds away from the light of exposure. Will you rise in strength or cower in shame? Do you open your mouth or leave it alone? Do you keep in silence what I already know? It is anxiety screaming as courage fights to enter the ring of all that is unforeseen and unknown. A dance between yesterday and tomorrow when today is the most meaningful show. It is the universe speaking to you in its loud taps and whispering ways. Exceptionally honorable in its truth and magnificently bold, the feelings of the heart that are about to be told.

-Anticipation

~Alisa Hutton

I Am Me

Simply

I am scared but never fearful

I once lost myself deeply in love

I found myself because of this

It will always be a successful relationship for this reason

I have made poor choices that came with a landslide of shame and remorse

I learned the importance of never putting my values down

I breathe them now

Those values line the soles of my shoes

I don’t regret my choices for they have taught me

I stumble and I fall

I always get back up

It will happen again

I am not perfect

I never will be nor do I care to chase illusions of such

My humility and compassion live in my fabric because of this

My glass is not half empty nor half full

My life and attitude are not measured by a glass

I am open and vast and ever-expanding

My heart is pure and this is all the perfect I need

I make no apologies for who I have been or who I am

I am strength and gentle in equal force

Simply

I am me.

~Alisa Hutton

It Is

it is

It is

The story you tell in your comfortable silence

Quiet glances that needn’t any words

Your thoughts now, respectfully honored and heard

It is

The glass of water that arrived before we knew how great our thirst

A shared breeze, side by side, our toes warmly folded in the sand

How perfect it is, cherished unplanned time while we gently hold hands

It is

Deeply closing our eyes because we are no longer blind

That laugh we shared, I kept a little for later

My confession; it makes me smile when it dances across my mind

It is

Exactly as we are

Exactly how we feel

The treasures we will find

If I am me and you are you

Imagine the beautiful possibilities of a world  so genuine and true

~Alisa Hutton

Could It Be

could-it-be

She softly strokes humility because her broken soul jarred her awake one night

Cracks spilling over with authentic human, ruining the perfect white rug

Now breathing values where her once damp intentions filled her lungs with the murky waters of attainment

Her hands warming others with compassion and forgiveness because late one evening resentment and anger swallowed her whole

Walking with love and kindness, the opposite was once her truth

They dare not question what they see in her eyes

The familiarity an echo of their uncomfortable past

Beneath all of our good a different nature once filled our shoes

One the cherished child

The other our neglected disappointment

Gentle is how we choose to walk as our hearts didn’t always takes steps of such divine purpose

Our greatest capacity and strengths founded on our harshest days

File it away and don’t speak of it out loud

Secrets will keep us all safe

Or could it be?

All of us have our light

With thanks to our dark shadow

Not the other way

~Alisa Hutton