I used to be blue
reflecting off the lover
my water
now it’s so dusty
I can’t even see her.

We used to share rain
like kisses
pure, clean
Now I might as well be throwing
dirt in her face.

I used to be respected
as a sculpture
no one dared to cut into my sides
Now the cutting happens on a daily basis.

They pave their roads into me
cars constantly bruising my skin
What happened to coming to me to heal?
Now you bring your greed and problems here.

I used to be wanted
shinning,
the earth gladly greeted me with green.
People soaking up my rays
now they hid in their houses.

Taking supplements to replace me
then they wonder why they don’t shine
themselves.

Take your hurt, get your coat and your boots
and lets go out in the rain.

The sky is dark, I’m wet all through
yet why is the rain so beautiful.

We wear our trauma on our hands
and lift them up to the sky
saying “wash it away, oh please wash it away”.

Why do you keep getting used by the wrong people!
put on the safety switch
lock down
and miss the shots

When you are in the right hands
you protect
when you are used wrongly
you ****

Cold, dark weather
the clouds look like someone
throw ashes into the air
now they stay there
When I walk it goes deep into my lungs
mixed with the cold
its hard to breathe

A cat behind me
a little calico kitten
meowing asking me to stay
but i can't
and neither could her owner
they had to go to work, school, or whatever
they need to do

Old torn boots
some how they are still cool so I wear them in the rain
then only to find an ocean inside
my feet an awkward human
knowing they don't belong in the rain

They tell me, "Your fulfillment is to be your husbands help mate"
That my goal in life is to simply help?

I'm sorry
I'll still get married, and have children,
but I will do more then just help.
Me as the over used stapler,
the poorly kept kitchen tool
is not gonna cut it for me

Instead I will be the words of Solomon
the grace of Mary
the faith of Ruth
the kiss of the beloved
I...will be...his muse
his lover

I will not be a the helper
to come when called on
and put away, to be sent back to the kitchen.

In the worlds eyes I am
a *****, wasted
sickly, girl
ruined by the world
people

but in your eyes
I am a high priestess
pure, as ****** snow
clean with no flaw

I will always be wasted, ruined
in the worlds eyes
but in yours I'm whole

Take me by the hand
though its just step by step
up this stair case
the steps
are too high
for my weak tired body

but with your strength lord
I think
no I believe I can make it
to the next step tomorrow
and God willing
the next and the next