All posts for the month August, 2017

High.. Low..

Published August 29, 2017 by lamarrwenrich

Love is love

grand, in all its’ splendor

It stands alone

magical in all its’ moments..



The highest high

The lowest low

twist & turns that bring you to your knees

filling your heart to the brim

wild moments within

until it overflows..

Take a shot of courage

Give it your best

Accept it back with grace

be humble, be open

Forgiving & soft

Let your passion be unbridled in all things

your love be the place they rest their heart..

And it will be you who is set free..


Published August 19, 2017 by lamarrwenrich

Though the depth of despair lays bare your soul

There’s a beauty to your willingness to be broken

your openness to overcome is breathtaking

A mystery I’ll always try to understand

the warmth of your sun shines through

thawing the icy cold

I see the whole world in your eyes

your struggle giving you an inner strength

that is unexplainable

refusing to fall

You are a vessel of hope

Giving us strength

teaching us all monsters want the same thing:


never let them take over

You are more than the despondency within

You are the light that guides me home

Animal cry…

Published August 6, 2017 by lamarrwenrich

a heart wrenching wail..
so visceral – I feel you cut to my core..
Just let go
What used to be doesn't count anymore..
I'll teach you how to do it new
I won't let you say goodbye
I won't watch you give up
You cry out silently –
eyes begging for help..
see what's before you..
I will be the she who holds out her hand
The anchor who won't let go..
Hear the scream of my heart
listen to the loudness of my animal cry for you..
I'm the beast who will fight your demons
until your mind is no longer weary,
Until your heart is beating on its' own
Until your legs find the strength & courage to carry you home
Because that is what love does..

Dance of Life

Published August 6, 2017 by lamarrwenrich

my imagination alive and well,
lingers on past the moments that fill my soul..
Tinkering about this quiet home and stepping around the sweet bodies sprawled about,
my thoughts race as I see the future before me and I hope, I wish, I pray for grace upon these innocents..
my humans..
such a gift; a purpose to love another soul in the most miraculous of ways
studying them in their slumber.. to watch the heart beat and know a beautiful life is within..
The dance of life can be loud, quiet, happy, sad, full and empty
But it's a beat worth moving to..
swaying to the rhythm
Keep shouting through life – your ears will love the sound of fighting for love
and your heart will live for it..
The curiosity of it all feeds my soul..

Dust in the wind..

Published August 4, 2017 by lamarrwenrich

The feel so real
The fine powder of you covering me
dust in the wind
nerve endings fire up with the scent..
familiar connective tissues back to life
the debri of we falling back into a stable arrangement of lifelong hopes & dreams..
Yet the dusting of you never settles
as the gust blows through me
A cold blast of wind rips through my heart
pulling you from me
as I clutch on to the remnants of what was..