I am awake
Headphones over my ears
Blasting music into my brain
Everyone else asleep

Do I feel lonely?
No, I do not.
Because someone keeps me company
Through their distorted thoughts.

You gave me your headphones
So I would not be alone.

So no one would speak to me
On my way home.

These battered wings still soar
Beneath clouds of gathered storms,
You, miraculous survivor,
Are teaching others how to fly.

In your bruised hands,
You hold fragments of others' hope
Like precious stones,
Polishing their troubles away.

How strange and beautiful,
That from your deepest wells of pain
Springs this endless fountain
Of so much kindness.

They'll never know
The weight of the hurt you've carried,
As you transform the darkness
Into a lamp for lost souls.

You are the paradox,
Broken and whole,
Scarred and healing,
Empty and overflowing.

Your gentle soul speaks
In the language of second chances,
Showing that there is hope
To every invisible heart.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Sleeping is hard

When you are always in a dream.
When you never wake up.

I have disappeared into myself,
Into a mirror of my own.

My life disappearing into an endless void.
A void of possibility, of promise.

Why can´t I stay within my walls?
My walls of sleep.

Sleeping is hard