Gasping for air,
Sobbing;
Trying to grab ahold
Of something.

Crying out in pain,
Shaking;
Trying to call out
To anybody.

Screaming at the world,
Trembling;
Trying to make them
Hear me.

Going silent once more,
Hiding;
No once cares enough
To listen.

The Crash, The Sound, The Ringing

There goes the moment flashing itself by.

There goes your heart (I think I heard it stop beating)

You’re expressions gives you away, the fear is all there.

The horror sits like a rock and your eyes betray you.

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

There goes the crashing down

I hear the sound ringing over and over in my head.

The horror, please wash it all away from these trembling fingers

Wash it away, Take it away, Wash it away…

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

There is a moment of silence when you think that everything is okay.

But then there goes the crushing sound.

There goes your heart (I think I heard it stop beating)

You’re expressions gives you away, the fear is all there.

The horror sits like a rock and your eyes betray you.

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

There goes the crashing down

I hear the sound ringing over and over in my head.

The horror, please wash it all away from these trembling fingers

Wash it away, Take it away, Wash it away…

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

The ring is in my head, the thumping sound I hear it from your heart.

The crashing sounds like waves of truth.


Em. S
*Copyright © 2016

I sit there and stare into his dark gaze, unable to move do to the fear that has latched itself onto my legs.
Lips trembling, face bloodied and bruised.
The only words I am able to form are begs.
He looks at me with a face filled with disgust, hard steps towards me.
I form enough courage to sprint towards my only escape, the door.
I thought he loved me,
I thought I meant something,
It's my fault,
I should have given him what he wanted.
All the thoughts run through my head as I slowly stop running, I take a deep breath and slowly walk back. Thoughts already forming an excuse and an apology. He meets me at the door with a smile.
"I knew you'd be back."
The last sounds I hear are police sirens.

Thankyou.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
Why you continue to believe in me...
I don't know.
But, because of you;
Watching over me while I dream of a place, so real...
I believe.
I believe, I am Loved.
I believe, I am free.
I believe n' Trust... because You first loved, and trusted me.
Your existence... your very essance...
Inspires me; to live-out-loud.    
Un-ashamed; I AM radiating the astronomical grace given to me;
To us...
On calvary.
                                  With all my heart
                                              & soul,
                                  Isreal E. Summers

Trembling hands
Hands turn to ice
There's ice in bones
Present in my bones
But not in my heart
In my heart I try to find hope
Hope of tomorrow and
Hope for the future
The future without so many crutches
Crutches that I need now
Now is when I wish
I wasn't born into this

"...There are miracles in the way their eyes linger, wishes in hands that are kept folded to still the trembling.

There is wonder in knowing that, someday, they will never have to let go, ever again.

This is what I fight for, this is what I've waited for, this is what gives me hope for the future.

This is what's meant to be.


...But late at night, when the bed that waits for me is empty, I fold wishes in my hands, and shed tears for what cannot be."