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 Oct 2016 KTN PRL
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Mother
 Oct 2016 KTN PRL
cs
I never felt your
affection
until I left you for weeks.
I never knew all that you did for me
until I had to do it myself.
I need a mental escape,
a mind freeing vacation,
a journey I can lose myself in.
to a far, far away location.

My soul needs
to go on an adventure,
to get lost
for a little while,
to let my spirit free,
to be rid of routine - to live freestyle!


I need to release some steam,
I care not the destination,
my wings are ready for flight,
I want out of reality's prison - 
 I'm thirsty for some divine inspiration.

My mind can no longer process,
or calculate, the endless mathematical equations,
I'm at my wit's-end,
my voice is muted - it's unwilling to project to accommodate the needs of selfish expectations.

I need a mental escape,
to find myself whilst getting lost,
the only thing that I have to lose,
is my anxieties - this,
being this journey's total cost!

Off to the woods I go,
to fill my lungs with salvation,
I'll be back when I can breathe,
when I find my inspiration!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Oct 2016 KTN PRL
Mozalios
Abuse
 Oct 2016 KTN PRL
Mozalios
What's the purpose of control if I'm just going to lose it
From the on going pain of trying to make it work with you
Setting a blaze the demons leaving you
Instilling  the will to rise from the broken promises that sustain what little remains
Of my patience tolerating your emotional abuse
Rough draft piece of a song I'm  writing.
I'm not a very strong swimmer,
I'm trying really hard
to keep my head above the water.

My soul is exhausted,
my body and my mind
are going through absolute torture.

Me, panicking,
makes it even harder
to stay afloat...

I ain't going out like this!
Hell no!!
I ain't going out on this note!

I'll keep trying to swim
through the rising swells and waves,
I'll paddle and backstroke
my way back to shore,

I'll do what a survivor does,
I'll keep swimming
until I just can't swim no more.

I'm usually as warm and bright
as a little ray of sunshine...

But, lately,
I can't even seem to radiate
as much light as the dimmest glare
of moon shine.

I've been a warrior
all of my life,
my history is my proof,

But I'm not as strong as I once was,
I'm not as resistant as I was in my youth.

I'm gonna make it back to shore.
And if I happen to lose my pen
along the way...
I'll be alright!

I'll write my message in the sand
using my finger - in hope that God in heaven
will read it, and bestow upon me
some mercy, by shinning upon me
some much needed courage,
strength, and light.

By Lady R.F ©2016
I wrote this desperate piece when I left HP.
I wasn't going to post it. It was written only as a release for my emotions (self-therapy) but what the heck! ...here it is.
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