Here's to the contrite spirits with broken hearts and enervated minds. To those whose bodies are spent and whose hands are lifeless. To the sleepless eyes and disintegrated hopefuls. To those who have sunk into bitter darkness and can not identify the light. Here's to the lives lost before death.
I am fruit snacks and dragon tales. I am trips to the Cape and tan lines. I am country music and pearl earrings. I am black raspberry ice cream and late night drives. I am yoga at noon and apple picking in the fall. I am Loud. I am Loved. I am Alive.
Her auburn hair kisses the water Her face softens She drifts with ease through the waves The warm touch of the water sets her free. Careless Calm Connected, Her heart slows as the waves grow quicker The warmth grows cold The soft water kisses her lungs Her eyes soften The cold touch of the water sets her free.
The lights are silenced, But several flames stay alight. Reflections of the warmth flicker on her face. She inhales with hope and exhales with her wishes in faith. Nature's purest joy.
Blank walls White lights Cornered in Four walls Burdened by my mind Weakened by my heart Sleepless and angry, I stare at the ceiling , Wishing and waiting.