Strawberry Patch...

Six years searching through the strawberry patch,
Only to find that the frost came too soon.
The fruit I have born has made me happy,
But will it help me through the fear of being alone?

Mist clouds my eyes as I think of all she is,
And all she has that I do not.
Yet I have things that she can not hold near,
Why do I think she is so much better than I?

Things will change…with that you jest,
Trying to make it seem less painful.
The wounds just keep getting deeper…
But I am the one with the sharpened blade.

Six years searching through the strawberry patch,
Only to find that the frost came too soon.
Who said it was strawberries I wanted anyway,
Maybe the blueberries taste just as sweet.

Mist clouds my eyes as I think of all she is,
As thoughts of what she wants to be,
Drown the screams that seep under the door
As I slam it closed leaving the past behind.

My spirit beckons, will it ever really change?
Peter thinks it is easy, yet he has more on his side.
Here I am on my cliff, it is a long way down.
Learning to fly…so I say it is.

He tells me just to be happy,
Do what I feel best.
I know what will make it so,
It is a long way down... who said it is down anyway?