A twisted image,
fills your mind,
as you finally lay down,
for a much needed rest.
But will you sleep?

Your thoughts swirl,
into a mix of words,
that make no sense,
in your head.
But do you even see?

Your eyes close,
and they open in a new world,
that's filled with light,
and everything beautiful.
But is it all true?

The light changes,
to a cold dark,
that churns your insides,
with sharp fear.
How do you feel now?

The beauty you saw,
mislead your senses,
and made you believe,
that you had the right intentions.
Do you like being deceived?

A person appears before you,
their voice was gentle,
yet their eyes were angry,
you were wrong.
Did you think you never were?

You wake up,
with the fear still lodged deep,
into your gut,
and you notice the person,
outside your window,
and you're wondering,
as you lock eyes.
Was this really all a dream?

I wish for a ****
not a ****** mess
but to shed some skin
and expose my finest
because who I am
reflects inside my eyelids
but when I open to see
I can't face this person

She's crippled and mute
I try to reach her but when I do
she cries for the treason
of scaming me out of any quaility of life

She's controlling my body
while I am caged inside
using a view that lacks any vision
hellen keller could do better

In this struggle
to face the music
I want to dance
but my spirit has fallen
I try to pick up on the steps
but I harbor so much resistence

It almost feels like I am split in two
wanting to sing but lacking a tune
and I do have courage and I am strong
but the person who has surfaced
after this terrible fall
is nothing I stand for at all

I tell her day in and day out
get up cause your worth it
you know you are
but she stares back at me in the mirror
her eyes telling me
incessantly I am wrong

And I want to **** her
I want her gone
but she believes more deeply
I was made to fall

It's dark out by me,
but I don't really care
because to me
the sun is still shining
and the birds are now singing.
The moon is rising,
and the stars will come out
because it is dark,
But it doesn't have to be dark.
I see the light,
I see the stars,
I see the moon,
and to me they are bright,
they light up my night.
They show me the way
to healing,
and learning how to live again.
Nature is beautiful,
its a natural medicine.
Eventhough,
by me,
its so dark,
and so cold,
mother nature,
is lending me her strength,
to let me follow her path,
through the dark.
And I know I will heal
because I can not be knocked down,
and broken,
for long.

Winter is the time for snow,
Wind, hail, and blow!

**~Marian~

I noticed my wing was broken
when I started spiraling out
in a frenzy I tried to mantain balance
but my imperfection weighed me down
and as I watched the ground approaching
The exceleration picking up
I wondered whatever made me think
I could fly with the rest of the them