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He puts his brush to the canvas,
with one quick stroke
unfolds a bird from the sky.
Steps back, considers.
Takes pity.
Unfolds another.
Written by Jane Hirshfield
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
chilled
Each day my scars grow lighter and my heart grows stronger and I grow a little fonder of myself.

Each day I smile a little more and cry a little less and I grow a little fonder of others.

Each day the thoughts begin to ease and my strength begins to swell and I grow a little more confident in myself.

And the people start to stay, my emotions lessen their sway and I grow a little more confident in others.

It's all becoming easier and you promised it would too, now there's a happier me each and every day.
Could I be.
Please teach me.
As I can't move yet,
Allow me to feel all of you.
Maybe that I can't  chose.
Hands our open to you.
Don't worry about me I'm just deeply unhappy and am completely alone. No big deal go on and be happy you deserve it.
I truly hope you are all genuinely happy ♡
Everyday fell the same
I fell like a broken man
I'm sinking in this pain
Going down the drain
Like i'm bonded by this chains
Is it all in my brain
All I know is thing
Have not been the same
I can't stop my hands from shaking
My mind won't stop spinning
My head is relentlessly pounding
And my heart is breaking.

Can I deliver myself
From such a curse that I can't control?
You have my body aching
And not only that
But you also have my soul.
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