10/6/12

Sometimes I cry
By Carly Wells

You taught me everything I know. The nights I cried myself to sleep, afraid of all the pain that embedded itself into me - you held my head and stroked my hair. All the days I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe from sheer joy- you caught my smile and bottled it up to keep whenever I forgot how it sounded.  Sitting at your feet focused on the way your eyes light up when you talked about things you love. Picking apart all the different ways you tell me you love me. Watching the lines on your face grow deeper by the smile that radiates through you, starting out slow. You taught me everything I know. All the years that slipped through our fingers, you've carefully cherished in your eyes. The snapshots of pain somewhere always have you in the background of them. All the time you rocked me to sleep and made the demons of my dreams flee.  All the dreams you still have waiting for me, hidden right behind your eyes. 

Seasons change with the colors that fly across the sky, like the northern lights, twisting and dancing through each other until lost in a permanent captivation. The seasons of love we share drift in and out, through and though, sometimes pink, sometimes yellow, sometimes blue. But no matter what may come, or what may go, its you and me, perfectly aligned to fall in love. The child I was has been replaced by a woman who is desperately in love with her king. Her husband. The things you ask me to do, or to say are no longer for a child. You have called me to stand by your side, face to face.  Eyes enhanced by the reflection of yours. Mine hold the particular color yours need to complete them. Created for love. By love. Through love. The love we tenderly cultivate is the key to unlocking the Kingdom. The key to unlocking a broken worlds heart. Our love is what will change the world, our love is what the world needs. 

My home caught on fire. Flames all around, smoke hiding all I thought I needed to find, till I felt your hand grasp onto mine and I realized, you set my house on fire. You needed everything removed but me and you. At first I hurt, for all the things I lost, but realized the only thing I lost had kept me apart from you.  And I never wanted that. I am my house, you set it on fire and found me in the smoke. My eyes were searching for yours through the flames, and that's the only answer you ever said you needed. I was looking for you even in the pain, You were looking for me all along and in that moment, we knew. 

We knew.

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Carly is currently a 23 year old little gypsy; selling everything she has and traveling to Ecuador to find what love really looks like, in the eyes of street kids, prostitutes, beggars and the lost and broken of society. She's writing about love all along the way.