Why can't I express myself into words? This heaviness, stuck to my arms and mouth, It makes feel like a butterfly stuck in a web. I want to talk and write more and more, My word is getting duller and duller I want to confess to you I want to speak to my friends I want to be happy.
I need to meditate I need my space I need some time to relieve my heart from all its heaviness.
As soon as I meditate As soon as I get my space, As soon as I get relieved from all the heavy burdens that strain my heart The better
I will settle, when I've found a solution, I will settle, when I've gotten my relief, I will settle when my heart has found peace, It has taken so much And now is about to burst from all the heaviness,
My heart cannot talk, My heart cannot scream, And my heart cannot shout, I will find a way to get my heart to rest.
It's never too late to relief my heart from all the heaviness, I have a strong heart, a patient heart, A passionate heart and a loving heart, And the sooner the better to find me And gain the confidence to free my heart.
the more knowledge we impart to ourselves, the greater the sorrow, ignorance is bliss but not for tomorrow, chaos and riots arise holding weapons' helves the deeper the wisdom, so does the grief, all these violence and injustice causes disbelief, has all the humanity dissolved in a hierarchy of power, in this time of wide awakening, do the just collapse or take over?
I've been digging into the current issues occurring worldwide, and it's been quite heavy to take all of it in, that it feels almost weird for me to divert myself to other things. I hope anyone who reads this is doing well.
I remember that heaviness Laying on my mothers bathroom floor Spiralling Hitting no end I was laying there for hours.. Staring at the ceiling being engulfed in emotion I have a love/hate for that moment in time I felt so much of one emotion it was like a drug
What is this heaviness that lingers in my bones take it away, God, if you're even there grant me reprieve or at least a chance to breathe again I called out to you in the depths of my despair but was sequestered in the blues and grays For just as the trees respond to an exhale of wind I expected a answer from you forgetting for an instant to don my leather regalia and so I payed the price in full.
-Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
Take away that which weighs against my strength. I am waning. Fading. And I will crumble away in the breeze.