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Mercy B Sep 2014
ONE
Amidst the remenets of this dilapidated sanctuary, There stood one.

One relentless warrior
Un willing to be broken
Refusing to admit defeat.

Embarking on the  journey down this treacherous path was one


Still a little shaken
Un clear of what is to come
Yet head still held high

In sight of glory, not daring to look at the road left behind , still was the one

Not completely sure of the ending
Remembering never to make the bed too hard.
Allowing nothing to encroach on her freedom


I just never knew that this one could be me.
Mercy B Sep 2014
If  only I were able to be a more perfect me
I would finally be all the world thought that I  should be

The many failed attempts I have made at fitting in
would be erased, no longer for the world to see


If only I knew how to be that more perfect me
I may finally feel comfortable sitting in my own skin.

I could put away the plethora of mask I've worn, and
instead of being runner up the real me could actually win
Mercy B Sep 2014
I am in awe of the deep silence of an eternal sleep, one which is unable to ever be broken.

          Indulging in the notion that no longer shall i be tormented by these thoughts and words never spoken.

A peaceful hush, that is capable of washing away all of the constant clammering inside mind.

           A place of refuge from the chaos which lingers in my dreams, such a place I fear I will never find.

Watching the world, standing beside myself, knowing that the screams in my head no one will never hear.

              I hold on to the hope that on the day before your life changes forever the answers may not be fully known, but at least become more clear.
Mercy B Jun 2014
Perhaps the truth is that my heart has become far too concerned with all the sorrow this world has tossed my way.

It is more likely tho that it is tarnished, leaving an ugly stain, ruined by the hardships that I can not  simply not wash away.

Words became my weapons, strategically used to grant the illusion of peace and disregard, whilst I hide behind a facade

The more intentally I struggled to perfect my shadow dance it seamed more wandering eyes begin to ****

Desperately, I search my soul to remember a time in which my heart would open up and embrace the love around me.

Somewhere buried deep inside this broken shell lies my longing, but my memories will not allow it to be free.
Mercy B Jun 2014
Facing the reality that I can, at any given moment, lose everything
       Finally forced me to accept
That I had to allow myself to, once and for all, be truly free.

With eyes wide shut, fearlessly I had no choice but to dive in
      Creating my own eternal ripple
Instead of complacently watching still water just be.

So many silenced words have sustained the cconfinment
      Of who I genuinely am
Often escaping through moments sadly swept away by time.

Like an imperfection of a mis-shapened candle I refined this art
      Of surpressing my light
The rythme left only to long for the remminants of my hearts rhyme.

Blinded by the beautiful brilliance of this magnificent darkness
       Full of fears inhibitions
The horizon teased with ideas,  brought about by acceptance of a  new way.

It was vulnerability that lead me to receive the notion
     That the less I resist the embrace of the unknown
The further from the norm I will stray.
With so much chaos in the world around me I had to return to the one place that allows me to be me and accepts plain old Mercie B. Thank you all.

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