In Between the Devil and the Rest of His Life

He was not where he belonged,death-dark-angel
But he couldn’t follow his heart,
His dreams would not come true,
They always fell apart.

He knew he should leave,
As the love had fled long ago,
But he’d lived so long in the dark,
Fearing the light he didn’t know.

He believed in angels and yet,
When she appeared out of thin air,
The timing inspired some debate,
Recognizing not (the answer to) his prayer.

He found peace unparalleled,
Each moment close to her,
Felt solid, familiar and intimate,
All he desired is to surrender.

He knew where he belonged at last,
In his heart he felt no strife,
But he was caught in between,
The devil and the rest of his life.

~Just L (November 8, 2016)

Choose Love

Even when
Everything blows up
Love remains
After all
Love is a choice
And, as I once said to my son
As he curiously witnessed
My open hurting heart
“Be sure and choose it every day”
And again
And when you don’t want to
No matter the pain
No matter how painful
When you do
It comes back to you
And again

~Just L (found poem, May 8, 2009)

Author’s Note: I finally wrote this down on May 8, 2009. I said these very words to my son after he returned from Iraq in May of 2005. I have believed this FOREVER, and always will.