Blessing, I can say
I still have my share
Simultaneously
Curses upon curses
Slowly strip me bare

Beautiful dreams
Mixed in nightmarish themes  
We've all met the dark
With the voiceless scream
No one immune
To this dysfunctional maze
No one gets out alive
Of this breath taking play

Oh but from the heart of a child
It was every bit worthwhile!

I may be alone
I may be a bit ******
I may be aloof
I may be uncouth
But hey,
this is my paradise.

A stone
cannot be broken
but bent inside—
its fault lines
only strain
in harsh weather.

It does not
try to lift
or roll away—
just taught
to keep
its hurt
under hard gray
quiet.

It will stay
where it fell—
move only
if you kick it
or push it
away—
feeling nothing
but your hurt.

What bleeds
in you
only makes me
a stronger
boulder—
don’t hurt
just be calm
and come lean
against me.

I used to love
Not to be loved.
I used to notice
Not to be noticed.
This is what I was meant to be.