Life Through The Eyes of Stacy

Tipsy~ Toes on the sharp edge of Day and Night. Dark and Sunlight. Itsy bitsy tastes~ Love teases me with tiny morsels of hope that like a damn baby bird I open my mouth wide for the nourishment of His promise... From the other side the dark offers great big mouthfuls  of comforting  numbness. ...Safety from heartbreak and pain. The line between is getting smaller. It's thinning like a  braid undone. I am either going into this place ahead hoping for unseen  and lasting sunshine or falling to a darkness soothing and familiar but lonely as Hell.... But a place, an emotion,  I know I can count on. Give me a reason... just one~ To jump into this abyss of hope. I'll follow you down but you have to lead... Cause at this moment I am lost and weary... I could fall either way. ~Stacy French Roosa~

There is something so marvelous and euphoric inside the emotions  of being deeply and truly in love. Not just a feeling,  but a innocent surety that all will be okay. Calm and excitement play in your stomach~ Some call it butterflies but I think those jittery feelings  are little explosions of hope, of possibility and of life. When His eyes are on you,  when he watches you with desire  you want just to stop the world,  hold him in your arms and spotlight back the same feeling to him~ To hold him, kiss him~ To feel every emotion between you embrace. And you cannot get enough. There is never enough time, of kisses or sweet words between you and Him. Just His hand on the small of your back incites such brilliance that the world is brighter,  the colors deeper~ To spite the darkness, night offers nothing short of a chance to dream of him. All doubt of tomorrow retreats like darkness stolen by sunshine and spreads off somewher...

This is not so much a poem as it is a stream of thoughts I let myself realize tonight... You say you love me yet your words have no arms... Your promises can't hold me through the night but make me cold and longing for Love. You say you need me... Still, I am forever sitting here alone In a world all my own that Is being quickly built out of doubt. You say you want to spend your life with me... That you want to give me the world... That you will protect me and my kids.. So, why are we here in this in between space? Why are you stalling and taking such time when you are the only one who can give us the very start of our life? You seem to hold your own pride above and beyond your love for me... I am imagining the life you've spoken... The words like bricks piece together our walls. But Promises can't support these walls and hope will not create the floor under my toes. A home is waiting for us yet you are gone somewhere and I don't know if you'll come back. ...

Just a voice...a tiny little "ahem" and then a pause. Everything that her voice needs in order to speak is hanging in that pause like a very delicate dandelion that went to furry leaves. Just a voice....a fragile, unsure stutter that in the air among all the other voices falls to the ground.  She waits for the din of conversation to give but her second attempt at a voice is swallowed up by the booming voices from all over the room~ Some voices lift into the air in high pitched shrills, others fall to the ground in different layers of base tones ... No relief comes so she must reach deep within and find the strength to speak strongly and with commitment. But then, wait...The words~!  Oh my, the voice needs words for her voice to wrap around or else she will just be singing.... (and badly at that, mind you). What should she say? What words when strung together will get and keep their interest?  She searches her vocabulary, her memory but she knows th...