Like some ungodly weight
Straight from my back and shoulders.
This ink that I've been given left me stronger, even bolder,

See how long I have been hunched,
Like some tortured, aging mule.
The pages burning ink and fury, I'm the fire not fool.

Touch ground for one last second
Weightless now I touch the clouds.
Never stopping for a second, I am never coming down.

I am truer than my lies,
Louder than my doubts,
Surer than my insecurities;

I am fairer than my flaws,
Heavier than my airs,
Quieter than my anxieties;

I am stronger than my failures,
Calmer than my rages,
Happier than my tears;

I am humbler than my vanities,
Wiser than my mistakes,
Bigger than my fears.

*(c) emeraldine087

Love is  strange but beautiful.
                   Use it
                 **wisely

I feel like I'm fighting against my soul
slowly losing control
as if I'm trapped in a bubble, to keep me out of trouble
no chance to fumble or even a stumble but my words that
I will speak won't be in a mumble
Just when I think I may lose this fight & that whatever I try won't make
things alright
I remember something that just might
How could I forget I practiced all night
A conversation with my mirror face, so my soul understands
its place
that we're in this together it's not a competition or race
it is simply just knowing what is right & what is wrong
helping your life easily flow along
You're my voice of reason
the one I believe in
from this I've learned what is in my chest, always knows
what's for my best
from time to time my brain will try to protest
just remind it your heart feels more then all the rest...