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Elizabeth Burns Aug 2018
I'm so alone
I'm so tired
I miss you
I feel so scared
So anxious
Help me
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2018
Why are all
My friends
Suicidal
I love them so **** much
I wish they could see what I see
I love you
Please don't go
Elizabeth Burns Apr 2018
Oh God
Please don't let it be
Don't let his mouth touch the bottle again
O God
I know it's bound to happen
But I want to pray for him
Even after all the hurt he put me through
All the pain
God, I want to pray for him
I pray that alcohol does not become his only vice
The only mouth to listen to his pleas
God, be with him
God please
Elizabeth Burns Feb 2016
Do we truly listen
Or do we pretend and move on to what we have to say
We say 'Yes, hmm, but, I...'
And we go on
Speak of ourselves
And move on
And once again pretend to acknowledge the words of another
Does anyone ever truly listen?
Does anyone actually care about what I have to say?
Perhaps that's why we write poetry
We've lost the connection...
Or we are so struck by that one moment
Where another truly acknowledges what we had to say
So we write it
About that mere simple moment
Where they actually cared
Perhaps we write so someone will hear our thoughts
Someone will care to listen
Not put up a facade
With a fake smile and nod
But someone
Who actually listens
To this poet's heart.
Elizabeth Burns Aug 2017
Ai
I am at loss
I find that it is a Poetic injustice
Poetic injustice I say!
This fading of romance
And doe eyes filled with love
Romance is crucial!
Don't you see it
She breathes it
It's what she was taught!
That all this would be laced with romance
What a sham this is
Romance dies
And it left me behind
To stare down
At this Poetic injustice!
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2016
Jesus, make me your conduit
Make me your soldier
Who oozes righteousness and
Fervently speaks your word
With passion and praise
May my tongue never cease to praise Your Holy Name
Holy, Holy, Holy
Hosanna in the Highest
I proclaim Your Name on high
Oh, Jesus
Make me an instrument of Your Mighty Word
May my lips thirst for Your Word
May the Longing in my heart fail to cease
Make me Your Conduit
So that Your Word may easily flow through me
Praise Jesus
Yahweh
My King in Heaven
I give you praise.
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2018
"I promise I'll never hurt you the way he did."

Oh baby, you kept that promise

You hurt me so much worse
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2016
I sit
Perched beside my window
With this fresh cold air pouring into my room
There is no yellow light outside
It is cold and perfectly serene
I see a mist of blue over my garden
The trees stand silently
And the great pool of water does not stir
There is no movement so early in the morning
The birds merely chirp discretely
Awakening this world to a new day
This is the earth's silent hour
She is awake,
But her eyelids only just start to flutter
This is my favourite beauty
This silent, lonely
Tranquil beauty
Of morning...

The cold breeze is a reminder that I am alive
I am breathing
My tears will dry
It is time to focus
On me
On my life
Exactly what I intend to be

Oh, yes, I do hear you earth
I haven't heard you in quite a while
You softly call my name
And you urge me
To stand up
To no longer stifle myself
However, noted, this is a constant bashing argument in my heart -
Stifling my true self...
The singing Robin I was
The fluttering fairy I used to Dream of being
The galloping princess through daisy fields
Who sighs as she lands in the soil of the earth
Takes a deep breath
And sings out
Words that have flooded in her heart
She sings love songs
And words of praise

She is an effervescent, psychedelic beauty
That I realise...
I will be
On this silent morning
Of the earth.
Elizabeth Burns Dec 2017
You broken man
I mean boy
You're lost without my heart
In your palms
You have no one to
Control anymore
I'm no longer your puppet baby
Elizabeth Burns Apr 2018
Purple sky, purple sky
Wake me up in the morn
Where sleep calls my name
Longing for me to return to slumber
I see you
Sky, purple sky
And you remind me
A new day is upon us
And I must
Wake up
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2018
It's still now
The show is over
And I stand alone
Quiet
In this garden
So many memories lie here
My heart craves you
When I look at the stars
That was what we did
Gaze up with hopes and dreams
You intrigued me
With your life stories
We used to stand together
But now I am alone
And it is quiet
Ever so quiet
And the blood moon stares at me
Questioning my sanity
As I cry before its Magnificence
I cry about something so vile and insignificant
For there is far better coming
So much healing
You are mending yourself dear
You are finding what makes you happy
This is a healthy alone my love
Remember the blood
The blood moon is here
And you are not alone
Elizabeth Burns Nov 2017
I come outside
Naked and bare
As you scream
Oh rain song
I have ignored you
I have stifled you
I come before you
Weak and unworthy
Drench me
In your sacred youth spring
Make me young again
Fill me with passion
Light up inside me
My knees collapse to the floor
And allow my hair to drip
Down my face
And I scream
I scream about
My Insecurities, my heartache,
All that is clenched inside of me
Oh rain song
Breathe on me again

Scream Oh rain song
Thunder and scream
And make me Yours again
Scream at me
Deafening screams
Fill me
Drench me
Make me Yours
Elizabeth Burns Sep 2018
A tribute for those I've loved and lost to this sick battle...

Mental illness isn't a joke
It's a reality
It stares you in the eyes
Until you pay attention to her gaze
Her perfect
Crystal clear gaze

She gnaws at your existence
She begs and
pleads for your attention
Listen to your anxiety
Why are you like this
What is wrong with you
Your skin
Your body

Theres something wrong with you
Yes I know ******!!
Can't you see it in my eyes I know
I'm filled with fear
And tension
And this inability to love again
Because fear gnaws at my every whim

Desire to speak out
Is hushed
By illness

Mental illness is real
Mental illness is breaking down
Quietly
Without even a whisper
And nobody knows the pain inside

Mental illness is seeing something ugly
Mental illness is hating every inch of yourself
Mental illness is giving up
Mental illness is a reality
Elizabeth Burns Mar 2016
Will they even remember...
My heart
Will they even rememb...
My soul
Will they even rem...
My smile
Will they even...
My glance
Will they...
My words.
Elizabeth Burns Mar 2016
I dont think I could ever be a doctor
Because I would hate to be
Responsible for so many lives...
But to teach...
To be responsible for one's thoughts
Ah,
Now that is what I would love...
Elizabeth Burns Dec 2017
I liked what we had
Before romance got in the way
And wrecked everything we created
So carefully
Romance ruined us
Elizabeth Burns Dec 2016
You and I
When we're together...
I feel like I've escaped my portal of inconvenience and misinterpreted life
I feel as if we've run away
We laugh easily
And smile at the sky
We kiss in dark corners
And we sit on the hood of your car
Like the world is ours
We converse
And I listen to your stories of life
When I'm with
I feel like we have run away
I see
Mischief...
In our late night shenanigans
Elizabeth Burns Mar 2016
The worst is...
He'll never know of the pain  he caused...
Of all the scars he ripped onto your tender skin
He'll never know how much your heart aches
When you hear the sound of his name
He will never see those scars.
He will never hear your voice pleading for him to return.
Because he ran
Ran away with a piece your melancholic heart
And now
He will never see the scar
He left behind
On your tender, vulnerable skin...
You spoke of scars so fondly and you etched one into me, with the memories of you.
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2016
"Scream"*
A motion picture film playing serenely in the background...
As we stood
It started as a simple hug
Where we breathed each other in
You and I
And I took my head from your perfect shoulder
And looked into those endearing, dark eyes
And I remember the perfection and serenity
As we slow danced
To no music at all
Swaying from side to side
My doe eyes
My pupils dilating
As you leaned into me
As your lips touched mine
Fully
For the very first time
And I breathed you in
And we kissed
My first kiss...
That you stole...


and I allowed you to steal
It
As Scream played serenely in the background...
And I uttered *'I Love You'

With the kind of Love
From 1 Corinthians 13...
I recited...
'Love is patient, Love is kind...'
And I asked you whether that was the Love that flooded from each of our hearts
And you declared that it was
That you loved me in the purest way
You rested your hands on my hips
As my arms hung loosely around your soft neck
And I rested my lips on that tender neck
And soaked you in
And the serenity of
This kiss
The darkness
And the sweet serenity of
Scream playing in the background...
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2018
I'm so afraid of being alone
Elizabeth Burns Sep 2016
Oh my love...
Oh my sweet, sacred heart...
Come here
Find your rest
Find a peace in Me you have never felt before...
For you are Mine
My Sinner, My Blood has conquered all you fear
You are Mine
You are broken
Weak
And the wings you are trying to fly with
Have been bashed and broken by this harsh world that carves their heartache into your pure heart
My Love
Listen to Me
I have the answers you seek
My Blood is the Saviour you need...
For I am The Prince of Peace
And you will find that insatiable desire in My Word
My Blood
Covers you, my soldier
You are My Warrior
And I need you to fight for Me
As I did for you...
As I bore myself bare for you
On that Cross...
I am your Saviour
Fight for Me in your Land.
Elizabeth Burns Aug 2018
I found a semi colon
Made of two stones
on the beach
A few months ago
It made me happy inside then
Because you were beside me
And I loved you with all I was

And when I found these again
It gave me a glimpse of hope.
Because maybe
second chances do exist
And maybe things will be okay again
Maybe you won't give up again
Maybe you'll strive
and you'll...
You'll be stronger the next time round.
You won't give up.
You can do this.
I hope you come back...
To who you used to be.
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2016
Tentatively I took a step towards you
You caressed my heart in your hands
Your menacing stare beguiled me and I was in awe of your sacred beauty
For once I was lost in a sea of mispronounced words and jumbled sentences
The syntax was filled with errors
And I had never thought I would blink my eyes again
As the tears refused to leave my eyes
They painfully glazed my face
And struck me as terribly arty
I felt as if I were an artist In this play
Grasping my lines
Stuttering over them
Grabbing onto each word
Like a cheap ***** grabs cash
From the man with money
And lusts after the sweet stench of the money she earns
I once was lost
Yet now I am found
By your burning radiant fire eyes
Blazing with sensation and perfection
I love you
And I bask in the blistering heat
Of your pyre
That cleanses and  
Causes death
To my
Old morbid heart
And persuades me with passion
And pursuit
I am yours
in
My sensational romance...
Elizabeth Burns Jan 2016
But, she is trapped.
She is Pleading
To escape
For her final show
To receive her clamorous applause
To give one last beaming smile
To the adoring crowds...

She is trapped
She adorns the shackles
With her weak, weary hands
That are tired
*******
And
Tired of writing
Nonsensical bitter words
Of heartache
And of missing him

She is sick of it
She is sick of being trapped by you
Because you were the one that put her into this **** mess
You were the one who inspired her
You were her **** muse

But, what she glanced away from
Were the shackles
That you imprisoned her in
She is trapped by you
Trapped by her misery
By the loss

I wish you would just leave my head
I wonder why we ever met
Yes, yes, you made me write again
And, yes, you took me out of that abyss
That pit of nothingness

However, you've pushed me back in there.
It hurts more this time
Because this time I'm in shackles
In this pit
Trapped by you
I see you above me
Malice in your eyes
That once beautiful soul with malicious intent now evident in your eyes
Those brown eyes behind long lashes that took my breath away

And I wonder if you'll ever read this...
if you do,
I want you to know that you were the most beautiful person I have ever met
And I wish I didn't think that still
Even though you betrayed me
And left my heart to bleed

You were the worst heartbreak
Because I'm trapped, honey
I still think of you
And my heart is wounded
It is blistered and burnt
By the fire you ignited
And left...

And not even the rain,
that sweet symphony
Can clear this land
Of ashes and trials...
And burnt flesh.

I am trapped
In these shackles
Burnt by you...

**But, this phoenix will be born
She will come out of the ashes
And she will break your chains
She will no longer be trapped
And she will scream her name
Flying with blazing, orange wings
Out of your imprisonment
She will leave behind
That black pit with nothing but,        
broken shackles.
She
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2016
She
She has death in her eyes
Death prowling
Death trailing
Anger bubbling in her heart
Swelling inside
A trigger waiting to be set off
A gun that lies in her heart
She hears
Ticking...
And she
explodes
Her anger boils out of her
And she screams
From all the heartache
All the disappointments
Every single person she has lost

She screams.
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2019
I get so angry with people
That don't respect death
That don't mourn
That don't give her the time of day
A moment of silence isn't enough
She needs more
How can we carry on as if nothing has happened
As if death didn't just happen in the most unnatural way
She was so young
So ready for her life to begin
On the verge
And you have no respect for her
You can't just act normal
You can't
Pay her some **** respect
Her death deserves more

Death is something so close to me
Something I've feared
And been so close to
I can't handle people
Who have no care for its eloquence
For its swift and careful precision
Of taking lives
Death be not proud
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2018
I'm so sick
Of saviors
Because saviors get tired
They get tired of making you smile
They get tired of listening to you cry
They get tired of you
And eventually scream
"You're too much"
I'm sick of men preying on vulnerability
Becoming a woman's center
Making him her happy place
Confusing her heart
Because baby,
Saviors get tired
And they stop caring
They stop calling when you need them
And they give up
And let go
And leave you broken again
Because
Saviors aren't saviors at all
They fake a healing ceremony
And then they leave
And you're worse off than the start
Saviors are fake *******
Cowardly men
Who have no control over their hormones

I'm so sick of saviors
Just leave me be
Elizabeth Burns Mar 2017
Take me back to the silence of the morning
The sweet serenity of gnawing sheets
Not persisting for this day to begin
Begging me to lie here
In sweet, sweet,
Morning air
Brisk
And sweet
Your lips tender
Saying
"stay here"

Oh, silence of the morning
I am nostalgic for your touch
Elizabeth Burns Mar 2016
You know what I'm going to miss most...
Are those short chats in Afrikaans class
That share sly secrets and hearts are opened freely
No pretence and no doubt in mind
And I come to realise
It is my last year to do so

It's the sound of the bell
That leads me along each day
That structure every day of my life
Calling me to its whims
To the places I should go
Next year I will be alone.

It's those short walks to each class
Where you get in those last bits of a conversation
You utter words of encouragement to those who are in need
To your fellow girls in green
And for the first time, I wonder if I'll ever see them again...

I've been surrounded by these radiant faces
Each day of my life
For the past five years,
Some twelve
I've walked these corridors with them
I've heard about pieces of their extraordinary lives
We've shared laughs as a class
And inside jokes...
That time when someone was given something in art that made her insane and declare "the tree bit me", again and again
The hazy day in grade eight when we were so delighted by our teachers absence, we caused such a raucous and when she came... That class captain shouted "SHE'S COMING!"
And all was back to normality...
I remember my first cultural day...
Singing to the entire school at the top of my lungs...

I remember my first day of grade 8,
A mousy timid being not sure of where she should go
To a phoenix screaming her name on the stage...
Ready to fly into the skies
And stare down at meak faces
And eyes filled with fascination

You see,
There are things in my school I love dearly
The radiant faces beside me each day, the ones that have always stayed and never strayed away...
The sound of the bell as it structures my day
And those conversations in Afrikaans class...
That keep me sane...
I ponder of what my life will become
And if I will always hold these memories
So close to my whimpering heart...
Elizabeth Burns Apr 2017
Solemnly
I sought out
To stretch
The last ounce of
Courage in my heart
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2018
I think I lost my soul mate
The man of my dreams
God please bring him back
Please tell him
Please
Please hear my prayer
I miss my best friend
Elizabeth Burns Jan 2016
It was a moment
Of utter serenity
In which his voice whispered quietly to my lost, wandering soul...
'I have found you, love, and you are exquisite. And you are Mine.'
And I accepted this embrace with
Tenderness
And He took away all my filthy rags
He renewed my soul
And He cleansed me

It was a moment
Where my soul recognised
The reality of standing before my King
Accepting His embrace
And weeping in His Mighty Presence

My soul felt recognised
My wretched heart felt clean
Praising my Mighty King in Heaven
Once again.
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2017
Your babbling mouth won't stop
You've hit a nerve
You won't stop

Breathe
Elizabeth Burns Apr 2016
I wonder...
Could I have lost the love
You gave to me...
My love for art and...
So many things...
You made me adore...
Now what of it...
These aspects that never visit my door.
Have I lost it?
Did you take it with you on that trail?
My love for
Art.
For
You.

I do miss you dearly.
Quite unfortunate.
Elizabeth Burns Feb 2016
How do we survive this ongoing, enduring pull?
This urge to move and
get things done
To keep at our pace
Never stop
For a single moment.

How do we do it?
How do we live...
In this cyclic routine
And urging pull
To get things done

We are expected to survive
Fend for ourselves
In this barren land
Of movement
Getting and spending
Yet never getting anywhere
Or achieving anything grand

So I ask you
How am I to survive
This urging pull
This tug of war inside
To ace this life,
To get a move on
How do we survive
The urging pull
To get things done

Will I shrivel in this abyss
Into nothingness...

My hunger
For something raw and extraordinaire
Has been beaten to a pulp
Deafened
And undefined
My appetite has disappeared
My thirst has dried completely
And I have weakened

I beg of you
With tears in my eyes
How will I survive?
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2018
I don't want my life to be defined by men
I remember that...
That was when I was with (insert ex's name)
Why must my memories be defined by them
Why must it hurt to remember good things
Why do they ruin everything
And they don't care
They don't give a ****
That you can't think about some things
Because they're there
And the thought of him breaks you
And it isn't fair
My life is more than
Sections I can't speak about
Memories barred by thoughts of him
It's like there's a chunk missing from my life
2 years
Because I don't want to the face the memories of them
This isn't fair
It's such a sham
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2017
a moment of serenity...
after the rain
that drenched my lips
and soaked my eyes
After all the tears...
Come home, baby girl
Be the girl in shining armour
Once again
Elizabeth Burns Dec 2017
I don't quite understand
This judgement
This lack of understanding
People are different
People are strange
Wondrous creatures
That I ponder at
We are all living
Breathing
Infinite creatures
Living these lives
That others find strange
Others judge
And point
And wonder
But what I've decided
And what I've found
Is that every single one of us
Is different
And these odd things we do
We do things
That make us happy
That bring joy to our hearts
And they may be odd
Or different
Or frowned upon
But I've found that
We need to do what brings us joy
What makes every single day of our lives worth it
We can't stand around
Living morbid lives
To please the people
To please the crowd
We need to live
We need to breathe
And live eccentric lives
That bring us joy
And help us thrive
Because when I look back on my life one day
Or let's make this simplistic
When I look back on my year,
I want grand brilliant technicolour memories
Filled with joy
With memories that brought me great happiness...
Nothing morbid
And nothing grey
I wish to see a technicolour life
Of happiness.
Elizabeth Burns Nov 2017
Tell me
That I was more
More than just
An object to toy with
More than...
An object
Of ***.
Elizabeth Burns Sep 2018
Lord I come to You
Opening my heart to you
Filled with love
And a need for you
A need to dance with you again
Filled with a desire for you to
Let me praise you in Your Throne Room
A desire to be forgiven
For ignoring your voice
For being afraid of You
For not loving
For deliberately ignoring Your Voice
God forgive me for depending on a man
God I've been so hurt
So broken
And I am afraid of you
I am ashamed
I'm scared
.
.
.
.

Dear God
I am not afraid of You
You are My God
My Jesus
My King
My Savior
Who finds me in the floods of my sin
Flooding my heart and head
God you fill me with Your Love
With Your Glory
And you forgive
Your Blood covers me
And keeps me safe
God I am seeking Your word
I need to let go
Throw myself into Your  Love
Knowing that the war in my heart is over
Knowing that the identity that held me back is dead
I am no longer Constrained
I bask in your Glory
In Your Victory
In Your Love
No fear will surround my heart
For you are a mighty God
And the war is over
It is done
tetelestai
It is done
Let go
Let go
Let go
You are God
And You surround me

I am free in you
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2018
I'm thankful for all those who have touched my life
Those who have loved me
Those who have left me
And those who have broken me
Because at some point, I loved you
And you made my life better
Damian, you made me realize I love red
And you made writing integral in my life
You reminded me I could make a difference
You... You made me laugh for a while and you made me happy
We had good memories
I'm thankful for you
I don't want to hate you
I want to see the good in you
Elizabeth Burns Jan 2016
I want to laugh at the things that made me cry...
someday,
with joy and zeal in my heart.
Reminiscing
Is quite an art
To construct oneself in such a way
As to find a chuckle
At your once broken heart.
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2017
The rich and the poor
It's an unfair cycle, you know
How rich can spend so recklessly
Carelessly
Without a thought for those
Who cannot afford their lives
Who cannot go a night without a stomach
That is so used to the feeling of hunger

And I know
These are two wild extremes

There are those who believe they are rich
And wealthy
But not in green notes,
No,
Those who are rich in what they have
What they've accomplished

And these can be small feets
Bearing a child with success
Building a home and a family
In these slums
Wealthy in their happiness
Of walking proudly each day
To her job in the kitchenette
Smiling with ease
At the life she has
Humble

No need to spoil oneself
Just because they can
Humble
Giving
Because you don't need all that money

Stop
Stop
Stop

This world is so unfair
And I can't bear
This battle of the rich and the poor

I am sick of it.
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2018
The cancer card

You know what
Some people are vile
Some people are truly disgusting

I have cancer
And don't you dare
Don't you even dare say
That I am playing some kind of "card"
The cancer card as you call it

Cancer
You have no idea what's it's like to have cancer
You have no idea
Cancer comes in
With her stiletto heels
And bright gleaming eyes
Filled with intrigue at your
"normal life"
And cigarette breath
She changes your entire life in
One day
Actually, one second

When the doctor says
You may have leukemia
And tears start to bundle at your eyes
You heart screams
"no no no no no"
And you go for the blood tests
And you pray to God his assumption is
wrong
You cry all night
You don't sleep
You toss and you turn
And your best friend holds you and cries
And the next day
You find out you have cancer
You're going to have chemotherapy straight away
You're going to lose all you hair
Life is going to be hard for you now
You have cancer

Cancer isn't some joke
It isn't some card
It's not a game of snap
Or any card game
It isn't a card I play
And when I win
I win sympathy
No no no
Cancer is real
And scary
And it doesn't like to be
Ignored
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2017
"Take you thoughts
And go shove them into a poem."
Thanks babe
How I ever dated you, I don't know what I was thinking
If you can mock what is dear to me
If you can treat me like trash
If you can break me down without a care
You are nothing to me
Elizabeth Burns Nov 2017
She'll muster up the courage to say...
He lusted after me
He never loved me
And I...
The seduction was grand
But that was it
That was all it was
*** *** ***
And that was it
No love
No love at all
Elizabeth Burns Nov 2017
It's quite scary
What happens to your heart
When you've been cheated on
You become very fearful
Scared
Anxious
Afraid
Of men
Elizabeth Burns Feb 2018
I recall
The thunder that deafened my ears
That called out to my broken heart
I screamed into my pillow trying to challenge you... Trying to be louder than you
Because heartbreak is a baffling whirlwind that will take you to another world
Oh my heart
My broken aching heart...
He left you...
Alone
Screaming
And now I scream my heart out to you
Pouring rain and howling winds
My heart shatters at every thunder strike
Bringing me to reality
It really is over
All that effort...
Every trial I stood through
The wind begs to come inside
Screaming
To escape from the torture outside...
Oh you don't wish to come in here...
There is a battle cry ringing
Shrieking
Squealing
Pleading to be heard
How could he leave?
After all I gave...

I wore black the next day
Mourning him as if he had died
Yet he was well alive in my heart and mind
And he still walked around
Not a care
Never caring about the trails he makes
His ****** trails in my heart
As he slashed at her
Beating her to a pulp...
She tries to beat on...
She gasps and begs him to leave her to be at peace
But he pesters on
He straddles her
Grabs her thigh
Pushes her down as she struggles to get back up...
He kisses her as tears stream down her face
He bites her lips open
And she tries to scream
But she merely whimpers...
There's nothing she can do now
His hands travel lower
And she screams... inside
This isn't tender. This is... Something else

She is
Bruised

He has taken her

Oh crying girl in my heart... Don't let him do this to you...
Don't let him keep this piece of you

O God, dear thunder, lightning and storm outside
Don't dare beg to be here
There is someone broken inside of me
Someone who yearns for his touch again
Broken girl...
You don't want her...

I hear the rain
Drenching the earth
And I,
I stay dry and
Barren
Of his touch.
Elizabeth Burns Jul 2016
The gait of one who is in love...
Is something profound and quite extraordinaire
One tends to have a certain skip to your walk
A sort of trot
A kind of spontaneity of happiness and zeal
It's quite bizarre
You have a microscopic spec of sanity in your soul that has this ability to expand and consume your being
You are at peace
Your gait is that of wander
And excitement
You are happy
Your soul is alive
You are in love.
Elizabeth Burns Oct 2017
You know when I knew my dream had come true?
They felt goosebumps from my voice.
They were singing along to my voice.
And that was my dream. Right there. Coming true before my eyes.
They loved me.
They cheered.
They sang praises.
They sang along to my voice. They mouthed the lyrics.
I wrote a song.
I'm getting there.
I'm becoming me again.
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