No one to hold my fears.
No sanctity for my tears.
When I cry, it goes deep
into my system, lays down
beside my visions; oils my dreams, powers the machine
of my body.
God
allow me the strength to survive,
to strive,
to struggle,
to climb, to love,
to live a breathless life.
Even though I feel
sadness, I know
it wells from a good place
in my soul.
Uncomfortable without my tears.
So,
I may not be a blaster,
or a boxer,
or a firefighter,
but I've learned
to control my explosions,
take my punches when they come,
and let my eyes fall
to water the fires
that lick on all sides.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
No one to hold my fears.
No sanctity for my tears.
When I cry, it goes deep
into my system, lays down
beside my visions; oils my dreams, powers the machine
of my body.
God
allow me the strength to survive,
to strive,
to struggle,
to climb, to love,
to live a breathless life.
Even though I feel
sadness, I know
it wells from a good place
in my soul.
Uncomfortable without my tears.
So,
I may not be a blaster,
or a boxer,
or a firefighter,
but I've learned
to control my explosions,
take my punches when they come,
and let my eyes fall
to water the fires
that lick on all sides.
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