Dreamer, it is time,
For you to draw your sword again.
Long enough has it rusted –
Laid unused –
As you slept in your prison of fear.
Wake up now! It is time for your dreams,
To come true.
Those walls are only as thick,
As you let them be;
They only hold strong,
As long as you fear them.
Now tell me you still have courage,
Tell me you still believe,
Because if you do,
Then tell me you won’t let yourself,
Suffer in here any longer;
You were not meant to die,
In this prison of fear.
So go! Break free! Fly!
Draw your sword and finally,
Leave those ***** walls behind...

Rotten turquoise hangs like
that promise I made to a
dead man.
I can hear the stars wailing
is heaven a truly peaceful place to rest?
In the fields of grief I found you,
picking dead flowers,
because you couldn't stand the sight of them
anymore
I asked you,
"Do you hear him?"
and the words fell like fists
into your silence,

"I died all alone."

She sleeps as I watch her breathe
Looking so small in her railed bed
I think of smiles and laughs and lessons
Dreams wrapped up in things she said

So, I pray and wish for many more
As we so selfishly often do
And give my blessing to send her home
The strongest woman I ever knew

I was here for three years now,
But it feels like a decade.
This place is filled of pity,
Flaws,
Insecurities,
Lies,
And a trapped little girl;
Her heart and mind are her only cell mates,
While her emotions are the officers who held her captive.

One day she got out,
And she felt free,
With her heart and mind,
Hand in hand,
She didn't want to go back to that cold, dark place,
Where no one understood her;
Free.

But sadly once a week that little girl goes back to that cold, dark place,
Its not her fault,
People laugh at her in the real world too.
The prison is no different.
At least she isn't judged there,
Cause no one knows how she feels on the inside.


                                                                                     Jonesy 2016 ©