“She’s dead”

“No, she isn’t”

”She is gone”

“She can’t be”

“Can’t you see?”

“No, I saw her. Last night, in a dream.
Her face was glowing, she spoke to me. And I saw her too, but she was angry, I can’t help but wonder if she is free.”

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Heavy hearts, filled with stone.
Heavy hearts, broken in bone.
Heavy hearts shattered, uneasy.
Will it ever be easy.
Fear, a burden I carry.
To be this broken is scary.
From the depths of my sorrow,
will I see tomorrow.
Heavy hearts, filled with stone
To be unbecoming is a dream, hidden away in safety.

Listen to what the world tells you, what surrounds you in your life.
What do you hear?
What do you see?
There’s always something that guides you.
listen closely and intently, and don’t take everything so seriously.
Be free from fear, the light is here.
For those who have ears must listen, and those who have eyes must see.
Your body is like an instrument attuned to the effects of the world, your soul a chamber for the heart, your mind a guiding map.
Listen to your map it guides your path.

The sky weeps in endless pain.
Rocks rise, swallowed by the rain.
Echoes fade in silent shame,
beneath the weight of falling waves.
Look who’s coming are they safe.
Look who’s coming, hide your face.
Take a breath, beneath the wave.
Inhale your life -

Hollow shell, trapped in time.
Hollow eyes, lost in sight.
Hollow walls - stale, cold.
Hollow whispers, of the old.
Hollow senses search for light.
Forever still in the night.
Forever hollow, stolen of life.

I wish I could open a door
that would take me back
to different times in my life.

I wonder how many
forgotten versions of myself
I would see.

To be back in a place,
appreciating it differently—
maybe seeing more clearly,
and letting go of present worries.

I think I would tell myself
“everything is okay, just breathe.”

Although I wonder
how many doors there would be,
and all of the forgotten memories
hidden away—
that even I can’t see.

I would hold on tightly
to fond memories,
and intently analyze
the ones that shaped me.

If I could open a door
that would take me back to myself,
I would take in each moment
more intentionally,
appreciating the beauty
around me.

Golden flames overwhelmed of rage.
Vibrations tremble through hollow space.
Empty gasps to no avail.
Blinded, sightless, deaf.
Golden flames engulfed of rage.
What is etched in my brain.
For what fills my ear has no mercy.
It is never ending.

My soul lives in the flesh that binds me.

It sings songs of peace and longs for a home in eternity.

My body, a temple, a home for my soul stays protected under wings of gold.

I await the day my body will rest in the earth.

When an inevitable fate fills my cup and the meaning of my precious life is fulfilled.

He says do not fear, he is always near.

A warm embrace awaits in a place where my soul will stay.