I put a mask on, I play the toughest of all, “Made of steel”, I repeat But when in action, I freeze My body freezes, My brain freezes, Motionless, I stare Into thin air, Waiting for this moment to be over, Because i no longer have the power
After the nightly news, she faces the ***** wall; She ***** her wrinkled thumb, as she curls up in a ball. ~ She knows what's soon to come, it happens every night; When the nightly news is over, this small child's full of fright. ~ And just like all the nights before, they come into her room; She has to reassure herself, "This will all be over soon." ~ Her breathing becomes shallow, "Perhaps they'll think I'm dead;" "Your being such a good, little girl," is the only words they said. ~ Motionless she lays there, as they touch her baby soft skin; She feels overwhelmingly ill, guilty and shamed from within. ~ When they are finished using her, they leave without saying a word; She shakes as she cradles her Teddy, this precious three-year old girl.
Rain is pouring down my skin And I’m not moving. Motionless. I’m standing here notionless And let the drops wash away my pain. Dilute the poison. Cleanse the pores. Just that my soul could slowly creep back Through the open doors.
I had this tremendous fear. The mist soon all around; The water around capsizes. Substance attends, a funeral of sorts. I've never ventured this far. Soon they return, looking back. Fleeing wildish scream. My former thought bold. Such my hope. Resurfacing the ill fated. The thought of sinking. Forced to roam in darkness. Where would I place my feet. Perplexed, nothing was the same. Cold, unable to find comfort. I drifted, longing to chance the size of waves. Distant waters courteous in expectation. I too braced for it. Becoming motionless. Awaiting descent.
Not all ships sink. The voyage extended from strangers eyes. When the wind stops and the sail settles. Some peculiar gaze, heavily weighed in length. The ship sinks. But this I feel far too late. I am at the bottom. The bottom of her heart
Unwavering I stand before the onslaught of decay; A gust of wind will wear me thin; and the downpour of rain will leave streaks across my cheek; But I am unchanged; I dare not make a move, for if I take a step I'll crumble and fall; But today I am myself and shall not change until I turn to dust; I am a man set in stone; Silent and motionless;