A Haiku, Part Two

I got the message
Silence Silence Silence Sigh
I never loved you

The Green One

I will myself to stop, to finally stop running. I stop because I've reached my destination, not a final destination. Just something to reach for in this moment: the market.
             I look down at my choices. There's quite a fine array. As a creature of habit, I always go for the same ones. But not today. Today I pick the one that I've always ignored, abandoned, kept a safe distance from. I pick the green one. To match my mood.
             I have what I came for. So I pay. I leave. I can't have it yet though. I still have to wait, like I always do, like I'm used to. The bag is heavy in my hand on the walk back. Everything seems heavy.
             I make it home, just a temporary home. I wonder now if I really have an actual home or if it's just a house. There's a difference, I know.
             I clean as soon as I'm in the room. I tidy things to make them look presentable. I go through the motions so that I can keep my mind off of things, things that I'd like to run away from, things that I am not accustomed to, things that feel heavy, things that make me doubt the existence of home. Things that are painful in a way that I cannot really explain.
             Until I take a bite, and the flavors come rushing in. A lot stronger than what I expected. What I taste is sour, like things that have gone bad. What I taste is crisp, like the way porcelain must feel before it knows it is going to hit the ground and shatter into pieces. What I taste is sharp and acidic, and there is nothing else so cutting to the senses. What I taste is the perfect apple.
           

Is this

A new beginning?
That is the end result
Of an unintended mistake?

An unexpected surprise?
That is totally unique
One I'd like to revert back to
And repeat again?

This is.
Repeated redundancy.

A Haiku

Unexpected smile
Second chance, an adventure
I think I like you

Walk

Wouldn't you like
to feel the Earth
beneath you
r feet?

Wouldn't you like
to feel the Wind
breathe
around you?

Wouldn't you like
to feel the flowers
sing
their sweet saccharine melody?

Wouldn't you like
to walk

with me?

The Ebb

There's an ebb and flow.
I don't know where to go.

It takes me to and fro.
To places I don't know.
And places of familiarity.

Face to face with fear,
And feelings I cannot bear.

So I run
To where I was from
A time of malign
Paradigm

But a place
I found grace

And they keep reminding me
Who I was made to be

Free

Sanguine

She carries herself

with strength and solitude

She hungers for his voice

and longs for his presence

She knows him

as steadfast despite rejection

as steady even amidst pain

She smiles

when she speaks of him

She surrenders

when she sings of him

She sustains

when she stands by him

She told him

I am listening

She asked him 

Why can't I hear you

She thought to herself

for a quick second

Maybe he doesn't speak to me

in a quicker second

She felt him

His hands in hers

warming her

enveloping her

reassuring her

She heard him 

Say

That thought is from the enemy

She listens and she learns

for she trusts

in her Father

God 

Lamentations 3:18-23