Sometimes it feels hard to breathe
As of the world has conspired to push me down
A weight lies heavy on my soul.
The candle of hope burns low,
Sputters out.
Yet there have been darker days than this.
Where hell's fires burned black.
My soul in tatters.
Shredded into so many pieces
That it seemed there was no way for it to be mended.
And yet...
Hitting my lowest point
And clawing my way back up
A tattered Phoenix burned and scarred by the flames
Gives me strength
This, and only this makes me find my inner strength once more.
What made, and makes, me weak
Makes me stronger than you could imagine.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
The tension has dissipated
I lie here , drained.
The heat that burned so lividly
has been extinguished.
Yet still
the ashes remain.
Another burn, another scar to carry.
To survive
Someone needs to soothe the wounds.
But who?
Probably me.
Again.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
I stretch my neck and back out each night.
Feeling the tension held there.
It's a daily burden;
The unsaid words that will inevitably start another fight.
It's not that I don't love you
Because, ultimately, I do.
But sometimes I feel my wings are clipped.
Probably because the hands have flipped.
And I'm left wondering how
Or if, I should fly here and now.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
I stretch my neck and back out each night.
Feeling the tension held there.
It's a daily burden;
The unsaid words that will inevitably start another fight.
It's not that I don't love you
Because, ultimately, I do.
But sometimes I feel my wings are clipped.
Probably because the hands have flipped.
And I'm left wondering how
Or if, I should fly here and now.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
I don't want to shower.
I don't want to shave.
Oh, how well do I know the bottomless pit of that cave.
I smile.
I joke.
I try my best to pull you from that place of no hope.
But, I've been there.
Where there's no real smile,
Just an empty stare.
When you're trying your hardest for those who care.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Sometimes it's the little things
That cause the bird to cease to sing.
I'm painting a clown's face on.
To tell you nothing will go wrong.
But I've worn this face before.
It's deceit
Nothing more
Yet how I do this to someone so true
Someone that's you
It kills me to see you going down this hole
But to know that it will also break my soul...
To stay. To watch. To feel helpless.
Against a crashing tide of depression can I remain selfless?
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
A love
Crushed beneath the
Stones and rocks
That life has thrown in our way.
"Let he who is not guilty cast the first stone."
And yet,
We both continue to shatter the beautiful illusion we so strive hard to maintain.
Throwing stones at one another.
It builds
Builds until we have created a tomb
Where love once lived.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC