Your arms are like vines Winding their way up my body Blossoming flowers where I’d seen none before. The touch of your fingertips Tender like the brush of leaves And your windy breath raising my flesh; Pull me in. Pull me down. I yearn for your roots Intertwined with mine, An infinite dance toward the skies As we grow as one.
Here I am, breathing Here I am, living Leaving what has happened And see what’s to come I’m scared, afraid and frightened
But I have hope this time around It’s too loud here I can’t even hear my sound I’m spreading my wings even though I am bound But I have hope this time around
I know it’ll take time And in time I’ll find happiness I’m hating the boy I should love Less and less, and that’s myself Because I have hope this time around I am running from hell’s ground
Here I am, alive and well I thought it was all over But I can tell Recently, life has been a chandelle Not an abomination, a freak But different and unique
And who knows Maybe I’m standing at the edge of a downward ***** I’ll stay put this the around because I have hope And sometimes it falls to pieces just like I do Elopes with joy, leaving me blue But here I am, starting anew Hope as fresh as morning dew
Desire to fly alone and soar again And continue to grow, becoming strong. Enemies fear me greatly, for my gaze Is causing the competition to work. Receiving points, I crave so much to stay Collide with the attempt of winning but not I embrace defeat so gracefully Support around overwhelms me greatly I fear in what is really on their minds Disappointed in myself for stopping us Victory will hopefully wait until I fly Because I want to fight on my own
I may not know how many times I stumble and fall for tomorrow Yet, I know there's always a hand to help me get up again. I may not know how much pain I might get for tomorrow Yet, I know there's always a hand that heals every wounded hearts. I may not know how much sorrow will be for tomorrow Yet, I know there's always a hand that draws rainbows of joy to find me. I may never know what tomorrow may bring Yet, I know God sees my future and holds me near.
D: ays seem to drag on, relentlessly. E: ventually you feel like you should give up. P: ersistent feelings of sadness, worthlessness, useless… R: eality seems to be slowly fading away from your grasp. E:motions are beginning to get harder and harder to hide from those you love. S: o, you decide to tell someone about it. S: adly, they don’t believe that what you’re going through is worth the heartache you feel. I: t’s okay though, because you expected this reaction to happen. O: bviously what you’re feeling is stupid and unimportant. N: ow what?
D: epression sinks in and begins to… O: verwhelm every sense you have. E: verything is dramatized and there’s nothing you can do to stop the… S: ting of words from those around you telling you to just “feel happier, let out the sadness”
N: eeds don’t seem important anymore, you just ignore them. O: pening yourself up to other people is no longer an option. T: hey only make you feel worse.
D: eciding to get the help you deserve was the hardest part. E: very day is a new day with endless possibilities. F: ocus only on the positive things that happen to you. I: n hindsight this will allow you to slowly be able to differentiate between the things you have control over and those you leave to God. N: ever again will I let people dismiss my feelings. E: ach feeling you have is part of who you are becoming and allow us to be human.
W: hy hold back anything anymore? H: ow you feel is so important and you need everyone to understand… to become more… O: pen-minded to the things that they couldn’t possibly comprehend.
Y: ou are worth it. O: ur lives matter. U: nderestimated potential shall no longer be a problem.
A: nyone can change their perspective on life, they just need the right support group. R: ealizing you’re worth it, is the most important thing you can open your heart to. E: veryone matters.
At times I feel lost, like I'm wandering through lush forestry, picking the pretty flowers that probably don't belong here because they look like they'd make the best first impression, leaving the ugly, thorny weeds and vines alone. But they spread, by some innate instinct to fold, pressurize, concentrate, & consume. I take the flowers that I want to boast and view them again, hoping with each passing glance that they'll grow golden and refined. Instead, they dim slightly, petals pursing in rebuttal of the light they once held. The weeds and vines have staked their claim amongst this density and continue their expansion, yet among them sprout more beautiful flowers-- gleaming despite the pain.
A rushed work, but the first real thing I've written in years. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
the fragile morning seeps her shadowing sunlight into my morning coffee cup, staining the walls of its home dark. i sip on her effortlessly, her warmth a flowing melody against the chaotic prance of my pulse. I close my eyes & let her wander.