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You have been called 'too much'
just for feeling.
Silenced,
when all you wanted was to be heard.

You’ve fought the invisible.
You’ve overcome the sadness
that had no name.
You climbed out of the pit of depression.
You walked away from a love
that called you a burden
just for existing with emotion.

And yet —
or maybe because of all this —
you stand here now,
ready to take a step
greater than any step
you’ve ever taken before.

Perhaps what holds you back
is not lack of ability,
but the ache of becoming vast
after being made so small for so long.

Understand this, sweet girl:
no one sabotages themselves because they want to fail.
They sabotage themselves
because they fear rejection
for daring to shine.

And so your soul whispers:
“What if I could fly a little farther?”

Let your blood remind you
that you are still alive.
No soldier waits to feel confident
before entering battle.

I have conquered silence.
I have conquered erasure.
I have conquered the darkness of the mind.
Now I conquer my freedom —
because it is mine by right.

I will no longer live half of myself.
Years spent in a soulless vessel of flesh,
This cold can't preserve my wounds.
They bleed.
My remains are rotting away in reminiscence.
Watching our realm freeze,
Without your embrace's creed.

I was meant to fall,
with the higher ambition to touch you.
My fate can't reach your divine vastness.
So come now and melt the glaze,
And burn down our realm.
A final blaze of your flaming gaze,
Will turn this kingdom to drifting ash,
A whelming flare.

Bathed in your eyelashes gamma blaze,
Melt the ice from my burned, cracked flesh.
What will I do,
Without my kingdom and queen beside?
So I'll let your gaze devour me from existence,
And turn me into ashes like our realm.

I'll burn my mortal flesh;
And let my immortal ashes drift...
...Into the divine air,
that you breathe.

Falling through shackles of memories,
My ashes will drift into your vastness.
Enjoy the whole trilogy!
Let me say the word.
Let him give a chance.
It's beautiful, having it is grateful.
It's good, it's sunshine.
It makes withered bloom.
In the books i have read,
they say all about is the word.
The word is everywhere,
It's in the child's smile,
It's in the eyes, in the beating heart,
The word is unspoken yet understood.
Have you heard the word is love?
It's so fine.
I cannot silence it.

Words simmer forth from void to
Bone to skin.

Seep through
Sludge
Gold flecked river bottom

Rising up
Steady and thick with spirit
With blood
All of your silenced selves

Lanced from the wounds of the
Midnight hour
You clutch your own skin
Hot and red
Strip away the heavy years that
Told you to be quiet.

Howl in agony,

Sing

Whistle the ghosts in through the Windows cracked just so
The crisp night air weaves like
Snakes of ice
Around your neck and now

You write

You write

You write.
Trusting in someone.
A swinging suspension bridge;
my balance fails me.
Saturday opens
its book of pain.

I’m tired of reading
the same story.

I search for an ink pen
to write a new chapter.

All I find is needles
searching for a vein.
It's a long story, but our family has spent so many years living in clinics and hospitals. I'm so ready for better days.
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