there are few things sadder
than an unfinished letter.
a deleted text,
a canceled call,
a silenced shout for help.
a book never published,
a photo never posted,
a life never lived.
words are meant to be spoken.
stories meant to be told.
by the meek and the quiet,
not only the bold.
tell your truth to the world,
speak up and speak out.
sharing will free you,
of this, there's no doubt.

sometimes when you leap
you fall
but if you don’t try
then you’ll never fly

my fears held me back
and kept me from trying
since i was not living
i felt my soul dying

for what is the point of life?
is it not,
to win and succeed?
that is what i thought

sometimes when you leap,
you fall.
but you’ll never know,
if you never try.

that is the point
of life.
it is not
the battles you won,
but the battles you fought.

sounds like silence; aching to be filled.

smells like antiseptic; wanting to be clean.

tastes like tears; salty and weak.

looks like my darkened room; messy.

feels like nothing and everything all at once; numb and excruciating.