Sitting up here, way up here, I feel okay

With the room expanding high up to where I can barely see the roof,

The long window to the left of me is not that intimidating

Frightening me with the open space that I could easily fall out of

And the locked door to the right of me does not make me feel like an outsider

Instead, the window is welcoming me to fly, to leap out and spread my arms as if I am a bird

While the door reminds me that I am not locked out, but I am locked in

Searching for a way that I can escape this quiet sanction that causes chaos in my mind

A box of prescription drugs on my table.
It holds your name. Stating what is wrong with you.
Flaunting the details of where your body is
Failing.

You notice the hair on my pillow.
Shame.
Worried looks.
Anger.
I find none of it in your eyes.
You buy me razors.
"Do you need any help?" you ask.

Kisses on my bald scalp.
Beauty. Now we match even
Better.

The Angel Series

This is a series of poems about two Angels that find a new gentle love

DESERTED SOULS
Amid time turbulent from distant shores, cast down from the Forsaken life before
Two lovers lost begin the search, each hidden, not knowing their own Souls worth
Creatures Divine and Angels fair within their wings such misery bear
To find a life, the heart complete
to know Love's love a moment sweet
The eyes of each fill distant Stars, no longer loves embrace afar
A single thread becomes their song tied tightly to the heart grown strong
Within themselves and not the world the vision same was then unfurled
And now sprung forth the joy uncaged made manifest amidst griefs rage
A  promise born of Two Souls wed with hands entwined, their passion led
All fear removed they touch as one, the journey near is now begun
A spotless hope calls both to deep it's now the Vow the soft heart keeps
Arise Oh Love and greet the day the sun calls forth, our wings obey

Rw & JW

My faith is strong, it rests on high
In Him who hears my every cry
When every breath turns to a sigh
I know that in His arms I’ll lie.

There is none besides our God
The one who wipes away our tears
I know because it’s Him I fear
That I will always hence rejoice.

From that day when my heart changed,
Not on my own, but by His grace,
I’ll serve Him now day by day
Lord, let your name be proclaimed.

There is none besides our God
The one who wipes away our tears
I know because it’s Him I fear
That I will always hence rejoice.

I will not fear of death or pain
Despite this rocky, rough terrain,
Because in God I will remain.
I know that life will come with rain.

Your eyes turn the colorful world you once knew, into a menacing, grey-scaled, wonder, from which you in no way, under any circumstances, could be pulled.
Your thoughts drag you into a never ending obis which drain the purpose from your lungs and the words from your lips.
You long to hold someones hand, but the only support is the railing, which you grip with such a force your knuckles turn the shade of table salt.
The realization that you are on your own...
sinks in.
You make your way down the hallway,
with such determination, you could burn cities, topple skyscrapers.
The hope of surfacing is washed away,
you need help... but do you want it?
No, you don't want the never ending burden to be ****** onto the ones that you care so much about.
A burning feeling fills your ribs and clots your torso with panic as you sink to the floor.
Curling into a shell of what you once were...
Or would be... you can't make out the real or the fake.
...
Finally, you emerge back into the static world you were once in. Reassuring your eyes with color, the world seems no longer separated from your grasp...
Your friends, family, and everything you care about stand sharp in your mind... they never left you...
Why did you try to leave them?

She’s like the full moon
She has her night of brilliance and clarity
Seen and beheld in all her beauty
Bathing the world in her light
Shining on every ocean
Casting dancing shadows over the ground
They dance for her presence
Wolves worship her
Howl for her love
She gives it freely
But she fades
Her round and full face shrinks
Her brilliance dulls and her beauty
It ebbs away
Because time is up
Time is always up
Good always comes to an end
The wolves cry for her
The ocean is without it’s spotlight
The shadows are less energetic
Time has turned their beloved dark
But she knows she is new
And will come again
Her light even more dazzling