I'm cornered in
The blackened sky
Staring through its
Silver stars.

Darkness never felt this good
Before
Darkness felt so good

My
eyelids close like a gates caged doors.
To
Locked in tight
The asylum of my mind.

Where my dreams once spoke
Now are just nightmares singing
Lullabies.

We aren't really living
We are just not dead
The difference lies
In these lullabies
Dancing in my head

Closing my eyes
Locking in tight
The caged darkness
Of the living dead

Awake I do
To the stars above
Happiness my minds slavery
To a hateful - type of love.

I
Am
A
Prayer
And
You
Are
The
Amen

Lose
Yourself
Completely
Return
To the root
Of the root
Of
Your
Own
Soul

the rain drop that dangled from your earlobe
hit me in the face
it was ice-cold
I crinkled my nose and smiled

The first time I saw you
I thought you were a boy
January ten, you had just arrived
now the wild nine year old that I basically raised
too much energy, but eats too little.
the lego playing, dragon-loving, wild-life biologist
who loves Alexander Hamilton
she laughs at my jokes, she's my light

The first time I stepped inside the house, there were strangers.
They had grimy faces and leather boots caked in wet mud.
Anxiety was radiating from me.
I was the new member of the tribe in this unknown territory.
I watched them devouring old soggy food.
"You're gonna love it here" One said.
a bit of relief was lifted--
and the strangers became my friends.