Away,

Away,

Away they go.

Off and gone,
With the falling snow

Up,

Up,

Up the hill.

Into the horizon,
More souls to ****

I’m so tired
But I can’t sleep

It doesn’t work,
Counting sheep

I lay awake
In the darkness of night

And I think about tomorrow
What battles I’ll have to fight

Because surely there’ll be many
There always are

But I know I’ll get through it
And because of it, I’ll fly far...

Away...

           from...

                       here.

I feel alone?
You close the space.

Tears are falling?
You wipe them away.

I’m falling apart?
You hold me together.

I’m a mess?
You make it all better.

i picked a rose today.
off a bush
that sits underneath
my childhood window.
the thorn poked into my skin.
i watched as the blood started to trickle
down my finger.
i stood there and pondered.
which one holds the most beauty?
the rose that i just picked,
that will be put into a jar and wilt away?
or the blood spewing out of my finger
as a reminder that i’m still alive.