She was caught up in the moment,
trapped in the cage of her memories.
Happiness was Survival.
It was a knife too sharp, a pain too vibrant
Bruises covered up with caked, peach cover up
Happiness was Fake.
She saw things
Haunting visions in each corner of her room
She saw Red; she saw black and white
but she never saw a way out
how does one escape a Nightmare,
when they are living in a dream?
how can you feel the Yellow of the sun,
when all you feel is the Red of a scream?
every memory a grain of sand, lungs slowly scratching full,
Drowning you into an epitome of never ending darkness
She was a Lie-
until the day She Screamed.
hate pouring from her grey-blue eyes.
she was drowning; it all happened too fast.
the flood began
She Let Go.
Insanity peaked; She Screamed red, she Cried blue.
She struck back with the lightning of his own fists,
the thunder of his own voice.
Freeing her mind
of the ominous never ending nightmares
which repeat through her eyes.
slowly filing away at the iron cage
which has kept her from pursuing her dreams
She is a Dreamer.
Unspinning the web of her dream catcher one string at a time.
Turning her dreams into plans
Learning to Speak, Shout, Live.
Creating new hues and Perspectives on
the Past, Present, and Future
Sculpting the hearts which have Broken into pieces,
Creating a new Love for life.
She is an Old Soul.
Learning from the long past
and Implementing it into a way to live.
She will Lead you, hand in hand,
into the bright, burning yellow light.
its Radiance Beaming down onto your skin,
burning away the sadness, soaking you in its Luminescence.
Filling you with this Positive Energy,
making you feel
I n f i n i t e
She is a Survivor,
and nobody, Nobody can take that away from her