the lion tiptoes in circles around her. her mind spins in opposite circles while the voice in her head yells "run." but her limbs freeze and lock into place. she hides her breath deep in her lungs, staring straight into the lion's eyes hoping it won't feel the fear in the air. each second crashes onto her shoulders, until the lion slowly saunters away, becoming a small shape in the distance.
#escapril day 22! Re-posting due to issues with the website.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days. All of these times come, and then go away. For some men live but a second, few a hundred years; but rest assured all return to the dust, then fade. So spends your time wisely, if just a hasty second or patience year.
Almost three decades later, and the position I take in my own life is second place. I placed the blame of my position on the loved ones I trusted but they are not the ones to take blame.
Two decades have passed, and I still placed myself second to those temporary in my life.
Most nights I lay my head on a pillow filled with the tears I cry myself to sleep. These tears carry the pain of invalidation from the loved ones I trusted to love me.
The kind of Love that I should be giving myself.
A decade into existing on this planet, and I am so confused by the mixed feelings my young heart felt.
She craved the loving touch of her mother, but it was met with bitter words. She ran into the street to play with the neighbor's kids, just to be met by mockery and confusion.
She awaits her father from yet another work trip, just to be met by a distant stranger that rather be occupied with anything else other than time with his daughter.
She sits in a classroom filled with other kids that don't look like her, confused with many questions but too scared to ask.
I have put myself second in my life, believing that I do not want anyone feeling that way. So I took it upon myself to put them in first place in my life. And now, I am the one feeling the pain of always being in second place.
Second chances exist in the smell of pine needles on a winter day A walk as the day wakes, bleary eyed and yawning As dawn breaks to show sunlight over the steepest cliff The wind in my hair even after I swore I’d shave it off
It exists in the Avett brother songs Words I learned from someone I used to hate Melodies that help me heal even now While the record spins by my bed and I feel like like I’m just now breathing for the first time The birds chirp to their tune and I can’t help but sigh deep, in and out
Second chances exist in these moments I’ve crafted The smell of a candle from a friend long ago A necklace someone once thought I’d hate On the dresser my mother built for me Books I shared with the girl I grew up with Pages I prayed she’d hold dear even when we parted A well loved shirt and a hope for my future
Of coffee and cold mornings with you by my side As we dance to no song, in time Step, and swing. You in my arms and your love in my heart. Onward, towards nothing in particular.