I woke up to a nightmare was it from my own doing or from my God
Or was it there all along and
now
I could finally see

Judge not and ye shall not be judged
Well I judge!  

Did you judge that?
Nothing wrong with a little discernment

When the roads need resurfacing the concrete opens to gap
The raw edges unearthed
The built up tension has caused the exposure to the rumbling core
The pressure placed upon uncovers the tender spots
We observe
We take in the scattered rocks  
Acknowledging its truth
The vulnerable air
We can be grateful we noticed it there
Wide open and bare
Now we can fill up from inside
To bring up to level
To join on the expansive highway

Hearts have been beaten
Trodden to the core
Fragmented and sodden in the pressing downpour
Cracked open as a hatchet strikes door
That's one way to let the sunlight in
The walls are bare but the sun enters the room
The shadow cast from what once thought filled the occupying lair
Now the contrast is obvious and the vision aware
Though without the break would we be
Without the contrast would we see
Would we need to
The home would still be the shelter but would we walk around with our eyes closed forever bumping into things
Blaming the surroundings for how we have let ourselves live
The opposition could be viewed as a gift
The awakening to our own being
The mending through the seeing, the feeling, the believing, the deceiving
The door doesn't need a replacement
The living room just needs some internal consideration
To furnish the home with love
Own hearts decoration

I've seen through your eyes
I've known the tears you've cried
I've felt the heartstrings pulled wide
I've felt you broken inside
I've tasted the times you've swallowed your pride
I've been places you went to hide
And to all those spaces you opened up
Filling up of not much or too much
Empty
Overindulged  
Laying with your love in the guilty malice and the shame centred rug
It was at one time your only cover
How you danced with the shadows
The romance of willows bearing your narrow leaves and small flowers
Finding the love in those little things
Tying the pliant branches to yarn encircling loom
Ouroboros love
Come back to you

Upon the earth the leaves settle
Dried from all the chill
The ground covered the crunch beneath foots standstill
The air circulates
Shrubs thrill
In this moment
The apparent shrill
Of left behind days
Up until
Chattering branches talk
Spoken on the bark
Life carries in the veins of creatures embark
Blank sheet a canvas for the sky
Outlines are marking purities vie
And the wind will whistle another tune
After winter's sonnet
Spring fresh bonnet
Ground again will bloom and life adore upon it

Suicide
A raw topic
Some people think a person ends theirs cause they want to stop it
No just numb the pain
They want to live again
They want to feel happy content
Not filled with pain and torment
Achievement
How does that look to you
A family
A fabulous career
A lovely house
Kids
Marriage
Some times it's just having the will to get up
To keep living each day
To not let the coaxing demons win to not give in to their adamant sway
We can all struggle but I don't think sometimes some realise what achievement means to them
The inner battles they slay
The darkness they face
I don't think the end is the answer
Cause I don't think they is an end just more lessons in its place
Though I think we need to understand
We all crave peace

I hope we find it in life
I hope those gone from this one
have found it too
Content within