Ashamed is the outcome, the source of the constant struggle between the ordinary and the extra.
I am the shame, the continuous blame among everything you find to be so difficult.
Only hide from the worst and only show your true colors when you feel that it is a must.
Tear down your walls and break your silence, I've given you the truth, and I've given you everything.
Blessed is he that walks among the living, for we are all marching towards our end.
In one way or another.
Take apart the things that hold you back and reform them, reshape them.
Give them the power to bring you to a stronger point.
I only held the light for you so you would understand, yet I am still in the dark.
Struggle, leave me. Loosen your grip and open my eyes to light.
I am alive, I hold my hands up and touch the sky.
Tear down my walls and break my silence, give me the truth, please give me everything.
The only words holding me here are the ones that slip between the others.
And I'm just lingering, floating here in my imperfections.
In the spaces between the words.

In the dark your eyes are reminiscent of torches.
Glistening in the still of a night where rain is echoing in the soil.
A calm breeze cuts through my frail skin.
Oh, how it's calling out my name, calling to me like the ground calls out to the sky where they meet at the horizon.
My attention belongs to you, just like it has all along.
Hesitant I am to reach out to you, for fear of being burned.
Hold my hands here, until the time is right.
Shimmer and glisten with fire glistening off of my skin.
I am right next to you, so don't shelter your light
Holding closer now, closer than ever.
Still, my hands, are not.
Hope is closer now, closer than ever.
Still my hands are trembling.

If a man walks through the desert on only his bare feet, is he any more a man than if he crawled on his hands and knees?
Doesn't matter what you go through, because we all encounter a desert of our own where hope becomes vultures circling the sky.
But success in life is escaping those vultures
Wash the sand out of my hair, I am ready to start again.
Whisper to me, touch my face. Make me see this isn't a mirage.
All your words twisting in and out, like a fire blazing in my soul.
Please just let me know that this is the truth.
Cut a small sliver in my skin just to obtain enough liquid to build a sandcastle with.
Build it from the ground up, it may not be much, but it's all I could muster.
At least this one won't wash away with the tide.

Good morning darkness. Oh how I've grown to cherish you.
Hello evening grace. Oh how I've grown to love you.
The soft glow from the horizon cools my skin.
The clouds echoes faintly remain.
Still, the night is, it washes over me releasing every sense and the tension
mounts.
As it builds it breaks like a dam.
Rushing waters weather the protective coating that seals me in.
Like a shedding snake it steals my skin.
Fractured I become.
Peel away the rest, for it only creates an itch.
Will I still hold up without the layers?
Will I?
Stitch me up, heal these wounds.
It's times like these that I wonder if the fault lines are as obvious to everyone else, because I can't seem to find them.
Oh, physician, can you repair these damaged cells?
Oh, healer, you can heal me but not yourself?

Hear me for the words I speak are of the utmost of importance.
They shatter like glass and tear my throat.
I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me.
Please just reach down and lift me up.
My eyes are turning to dark.
If I shouted these words across the way and out to you, would they ring as true?
Would you hold your arms up and run into mine?
Could it be that easy?
If everything fell into place, would you know it?
If the words strike you in the moment, would you know it?
If I held my hands up and shouted out to you, would you know me?
Would you know me?

Hold me here until I fall asleep, for I'm terrified, Oh am I terrified.
Of all the uncertainties, of the un thought ofs.
I have too much time on these idle hands and I surely wish I could shake this habit.
I'm too young to imagine what it would be like if everything around me suddenly ceased to exist.
Hello, Stranger it's been so long since I've seen your smiling face and now look at your son, look how far he hasn't come. Aren't you proud of your baby boy?
Lost in a familiar place, nothing connects in my mind.
Tell me everything will be ok and I'll still wander with my thoughts.
I'm so unsure of everything, that I'm unsure of myself
I'm so unsure of everything, that I'm unsure of myself.
And all the words I know to be true are silenced.
Break these chains that hold me. These doubts that cause me to feel so scared.
Cut these ropes that tie me down. These words in the back of my head that cause me so much grief.
Deconstruct these walls that have boarded me up in this windowless prison.
Rip apart the floors, burn the foundation, and start again. Start... again.
Inside out, outside in.
Renovate and redecorate. Throw my insecurities to the wind, for I do not need them.
How much life is gained from the needless worry I embody?