Rain soaked the windows while I barely held on
And then on that night, I broke wide open
I was unable to continue, so I simply fell apart
Not quietly, but tear-soaking my bed

Rain then spoke, on that fateful evening
And in the same moment that
I was torn me to pieces, it
Now told me to rest in my sorrow for a little while

Relentlessly my brokenness continued to pour, like the storm
All truth of myself, that I never seen before
I was taken aback at what I myself revealed
New knowledge made all come into focus

Right after, my eyes still wet
A strange peace grew
Inside my chest for just a while
Nothing had changed, but still I was renewed.

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I stepped back
Took a breath
And was amazed

In my great hurry
I had changed
And grown

Through what I thought was a mess
There was a bright star
Not me
But my progress

I am still so surprised
For thought I thought I was just keeping above water
I actually swam up the stream
And took ground.

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We have shrouded ourselves in apathy
For our protection
From the vulnerable nakedness of our hearts
It is logical yet deeply troubling

We live in a world
Who has chosen not to care
Why do we pretend not to love with deep affection?
Why must we hide a joy for each other?

The romantic love for and of another
Seems to be the only release
Of this deep seeded desire
To love and enjoy, and live among

A vast crowd is all around every day
Their souls and stories so very grand
We long to know each other better
To understand the lives around for all they are

But for now
A fleeting thought lights hope
Someday the axis of the world might move
And our apathy will disappear.

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Rain soaked the windows while I barely held on
And then on that night, I broke wide open
I was unable to continue, so I simply fell apart
Not quietly, but tear-soaking my bed

Rain then spoke, on that fateful evening
And in the same moment that
I was torn me to pieces, it
Now told me to rest in my sorrow for a little while

Relentlessly my brokenness continued to pour, like the storm
All truth of myself, that I never seen before
I was taken aback at what I myself revealed
New knowledge made all come into focus

Right after, my eyes still wet
A strange peace grew
Inside my chest for just a while
Nothing had changed, but still I was renewed.

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I cry
I scream
My hurt is so deep
I cannot hide it much longer

Those around me ask why
My heart is heavy and eyes nevery dry
I have not reply

For what I seek
I cannot find
I search and search, nothing I seek can I make mine

I stumble around
Like a drunk in the night
Yet my mind is sober, and all around is light

I hear words of joy
But they seem so false
My self is waning

For I feel I am gone
And what I had is gone
Regret my only friend

One and just one
Forgotten I feel
Forsaken, dejected, no way to heal

How can I escape?
Yesterday has past
My choices are done
No way to turn back
Sorry to no avail

All that I see I made for myself
Now I look ahead
Darkness I see

Full of fear
Undone in my core
No longer full
Empty and more
Any light would change my life
Raise my spirits
And shatter my night
Life evades me

Melts my will
Around and around, I am tossed
Ready to break
Cold to the bone
Hardened to joy, no fuel for my song
Ever so small
Shall I forever live this way?

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I cannot speak enough, of how

When you strode into my life
Instantly, my chains and vices shattered
Sadness and sorrow melted away
Hope sprung, in ways I had never before seen

You filled the hole in my heart
Opened my eyes
Used old darkness to prove new light

Where have you gone?
Escaping my sight?
Running from me?
Evading my pleas?

How can I show you I need you, here?
Enter my life again
Reopen my heart and revive me
Envision a bright new future of us, together.

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Lonely people
In a lonely world

Surrounded, yet walled off
By so many things
Pride
Anger
Fear
And more

How strongly we make sure
We stay alone
Which is so strange
Because that is
What tears us down
What breaks us apart

And yet, ironically
It's the thing that we all share
Loneliness

It's sad and its not
In our heads, but all around us

And the spark, the idea
Of being perfectly intertwined
What a unsettling
And captivating thought.

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An open door
That was not
Around before
You looked another time

Walk through it
For it was made for you
Run through to the world through its frame
Whatever is on the other side

Live and love
Laugh and sing
For the door shows
Exactly the way you should go

As clear as a command
But more beautiful, more true
For not only does it provide instruction
But a perfect route

Walk boldly
Through it
Don't look back for a second
Or second guess

Though trouble may wait on the other side
It was intended for you
To shape you
And make you

Let the door make you free
To be all you can
Look with fresh eyes
Expectantly.

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My heart hangs
On the buzz of my phone
In the small chance
That someone important
Might be checking up

My eyes well up
When I hear a song
And speaks of something
I feel I should know
Midst piles of notes
I cannot help
But be overwhelmed

My joy rests
On the response I get
From the words I type
Just for the chance
To share my story
Another time

I want to be alive
And matter
I want to live a life
That is more than just a small spark

I believe
That I was created for something
So great
And so overwhelming
That I cannot stand it

I just want my story to fall
Out of me
I want it to matter
I want it to mean something

I often pretend
That I am in some great film
That the poor view I have
Makes sense in another lens
With the right melodies
Playing at the right time

I like to imagine
That the friends I have
Desire to know me more
But I do not know this is true
So I look for small signs
And hang myself
On little failures.

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The autumn leaves
Understand me
I am not quite sure why
But when I see them
Cloaked in all their glory
I feel as if they are speaking to me
And my eyes fill with tears

The winter plains covered in snow
Can comprehend my woe
In a way others
Cannot
I don't understand why
But when I see them
Spread out under a winter sky
I feel whole again

The warm rains
Of the spring
Burrow into my deepest parts
And can explain
What goes on inside my head
I do not understand it
But I know it full well

And when the joy of summer
Comes splashing though the streams
My hearts sings
And I see how
Life bursting forth
Climbs inside of me
Dispels my sorrow
And makes me new again.

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I cannot give my story
To any one person
And this I think
Might just rip me in half

I have to dole out pieces
And parts carefully
For not all can know all
That lives inside of me

I sometimes dream of someone
Who can hold all of my heart
But I feel the more I search
The more I break apart

I have many whom I love
And hold dear to my heart
But none of them
Can fully mend each part

Someday I dream of meeting
Someone who is different
Who I can trust fully
And give all and everything

I know I am not alone
In this, my sacred desire
I catch it in glimpses
In their eyes and their words

But for now I still carry on
With tears behind my eyes
For all long to be discovered
And gratefully received.

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Losing
The majestic act
Letting it all
Rush downward

Dreams and hopes
Fall
Out of sight

For they are not all
And need to be lost
For the sake
Of what is all

Little deaths
Small tragedies
Of desire

And this is hard
The act of losing
And letting go

For it hurts so
This small act
Of dying

So that life and light
Will come
Amidst the raindrops.

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I see
In front of me
A raging storm
And I am afraid

But in the midst
Of rain and thunder
There is
A small shelter

I find myself
Running tirelessly
Toward this hope
Now close

I push inside
And to my delight
Find it is
Safe and dry

Though the sky
Is breaking
I am still
Safe and protected.

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It only takes a moment to fall
Into a black pit, a deep darkness
To find yourself
Broken and bleeding

You see a shadow
Pacing back and forth
You realize it was they
Who gave you this demise

You cry out, not knowing why
They would give you aid
A light flickers on their features
And you see yourself

But in your face you see
Your own despicable side
So your heart also plunges
Into that hole

The echoes your plea creates
Bring an overwhelming change
It comes over them
And a shadow seems to leave

Eyes turn, no longer dark
Hands throw down a rope
You pull yourself up
And help yourself home

It only takes a moment to fall
Yet only another
To fix the broken
Restoring all that seemed wrong.

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I screamed at the sky
Begging for the battle to end
So I could rest, and find a home
For I have fought for many years
Yet still I walk alone

But as soon as the words had left my mouth
I knew what I asked
Was not a wish that would come true
And in this moment I should not desire it to
Though I do endeavor
To see it come and make me new

For though I long for home and peace
That is not what my lot is
I must battle on my land
But not do it only for the end
But also for the honor I hold
And the call I have been given

For the fight is a call much higher and greater
Than just to rest in temporary feeling

This revelation made it harder and nearly broke my heart
But then my eyes fell on some words, written long ago
They spoke of the great desire
Of each man's heart
For home, for rest, for love
And I was overwhelmed; for I knew I had never been alone

My beating heart is not the only one
In what it yearns
This knowledge made me a able to stand
The battle now more bearable
For though it shatters the bones and pierces the flesh
Is there not a greater glory?

For men do not write tales of those who sat
And rested in the quiet
But pen tales of those who raged
Against all that would surely destroy them
So I will fight for many, many years

I believe someday my call will change
My battle will end, I will rest
But should I fight only for that end
I would fight in vain
So I fight for the honor, the subtle joy
That comes in the present struggle.

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A saw a picture of a child
Sleeping peacefully
And thought to myself
Oh how to be that son

But then I had another thought
And it surprised me so
For I did not want to return to when
Life was calm and stress was low

For though there is more difficulty
When the years start to add up
There is a certain beauty
In living a life complex, with intricacy.

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I am a creature of sorrow
And my heart is surely downfallen
But that does not mean
That I am falling apart

Is this true?
I wonder often
And cannot find an answer.

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Lonely joy is the only cup
I drink from
I search and seek
And come up empty

I wonder why
I have not been granted
What I so seek

Someone to give love
Unconditionally
Who joys to see me
Consistently
And not just
Infrequently

Who seeks me company
Who wants to know
And understand
And care

I have given up hope
That my search will yield results
A small hope flourishes briefly in my soul
But then it is gone

And I think
That is the hardest part
To hope and have it die
For I feel a divide
Between those around
And myself

And I am confused
I don't want to act
But be
Genuine
And that to be evident.

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I am so sick of the game
Being the bigger man
I have had enough
And I am over
The pressure to pretend
And lie
To act like I love to be drained dry
To smile though my ache
When just more pain is all I see

I am
Supposed to be kind
And deal with this all in stride
But I have no desire to

For why do I
Have to be the one to step up?
I have not desire to open this door with you
Or to deal with more

Life was fine
I already had enough stress
But please, add yours
Ask for more
For I am overflowing
From the few drops I have left

Please, use me
And then drop me
Again
That's my favorite part

I don't understand why
This is the exact opposite
Of what I want
Another time.

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My wounds are bleeding
But still I pour salt in them
Why do I continue this way?

I am past the point of healing
Without ugly scars
I think

But right now
I would settle for just
The smallest bit of relief
From my aching body
Would be a welcome gift

There is something that
Keeps me at the knife
That threatens to take my life
I cannot break it's bind
On my own

I am not all alone
My only problem is
My voice grows small
When I want to call
Out for the help I so desperately need
My pride stops me

But my small heart
Beats on
At least for now.

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My mother
Is a wonderful woman

Sometimes I forget
Til I call
And she knows just what to say

Her words
What I need to hear

And that's the beauty of it
It's just that simple
And wonderful.

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It's not just the words
But the melody
When a song cascades into the air
It is glorious

It resounds off the walls
And rushes into hearts
More than the simple stanza heard
But the origin, the meaning

Voice reveals heart
The majesty of it
Fills a room
An enduring journey to be truly seen

What is longed to be screamed
Like a rushing waterfall
Bursts through
And saturates everything

Oh the astounding thrill to be alive
And know what it is
To feel, to love, to hurt
To be lost and then found.

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I hold the key
To a lock I should not open
But one
That needs so desperately to be opened

I don't know what to do with the key
It lays there in my palm
The solution to a problem
I cannot be the one to solve

I run it through my fingers
Feel the cold hard steel
That holds
So much power

I have tried to give the key to others
And they use it for a while
But the key seems to always
End up back in my hand

I am glad that I can hold the key
For it is a blessing
But anymore
I know it cannot be mine

I hope someday
One comes along
And unlike I
Able to use and hold the key

But until that day
I will open the lock
When I can
And wait.

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My life is a railway station
In so many different ways
For there are many many trains
That I could take

I do not know all the time
Which train will bring me
To the place I want to be

There are people all around me
Also looking at the trains
Comparing time schedules, destinations
Constantly.

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I search and seek for wisdom
Desperately
I look high and low
Near and far

Hoping to just find a glimpse
It seems like the sky is dark
And all I need is just a hint of light
Rising over the horizon

There has to be a way to go
I know certainly
Finding it
Is the tricky part.

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A loud noise
Shoots through the air
And explodes

It then echoes
Not just off the walls
But off many hearts

The word spread quickly
A land watches
And weeps

Leaders clad in iron nerves
Pause a moment
To gather themselves

And so this dark sorrow
Fills each heart
That hears the echo

Young children
Never to grow old
Gone in a moment

And so we are
Sad soldiers, wanting to fight
A war already lost.

There often is
An idea that it is the best
To open your heart
And give the inside away
And I agree
Usually

But sometimes
The inverse is nice
Small joys, secret pleasures
Can be delightful

I love the way the sky looks
Above a parking lot
When the fog is besieging the night
A brilliant, orange glow

I relish it to myself
Not needed to share the moment
Though it is not a secret

The idea of secrets
Is they hold darkness

I think is only true
In some cases
For I believe
That in some places
The best moments
Are relished alone
A place where only you can go.

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Someday I wish
That my strength could be transferred
That I could cry the tears for another
And lift their burden

For the inability
To change another's mood
Or give them joy
Gives me pain

I see the look
And know there is a story
Sense the world feels like it is crashing
All around them

Oh to be strong enough
To lift them up and let them soar free
I will never get over
This unquenchable desire.

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Juliet
Our love isn't illicit
Or secret

Your parents and mine
Are friends
Is that okay?

I love a good story
With a happy ending

But right now
I just want you in my arms
Our own problems
Less dramatic

You and I
Will not be on a TV screen
Or a magazine
But a photo album
Smiling at each other
Is that okay?

I hope so
Because outside of all this fuss
I just want you
For you

For your smile and your laugh
Your quirks
And inconsistencies.

I am not perfect
But I will be someday
My rough edges sanded off
My blemishes removed

Like an old piece of wood
Washed by the sea
I will be made clean
And more beautiful than I could have imagined

Knowing this sometimes
Makes it harder to
See the marks and still know
They will not be permanent

But I raise my eyes
Set them toward the sun
Rising clear
Bursting forth on a cold winter's day

And as the sparkling snow
Hits my eyes
I feel some of my burdens
Slowly rise.

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I think the thing
That hurts the most
Is a friend lost
That you cannot rescue

You cannot call
And have them hear
Love on
The other line

But still you love
And hold in your heart
An ache
For their well being

And watch and wait
And hope they see
That all is not lost
And they can be free.

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I stand
And fight

Walk away
Count it lost
And not worth the strain

Then turn around

And fight
Again

I often think that half the battle
Is knowing when to fight.

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A mother looks on her sleeping child
Nestled away
Resting peacefully in bed
So sweet and innocent
And she whispers quietly
You are my joy

The old man sits with his wife
At a small booth
Her face and hair weathered
Yet still so beautiful to him
He looks at her and says
You are my joy

The young ******* her wedding day
In white and song
Her fathers eyes
Fill with tears
And he mumbles below his breath
You are my joy.

How amazing the smallest moment of cheer
For it can cover
The dead, the ugly

For each fraction of a second
Adds up
And makes the view more and more majestic
Forever

It is like the winter snow
And not
It does cover in the pure, the white
But will not melt from sight
Nor disappear

It covers the woods
Yet still brings them life
Drifts onto the hills
But makes them all the more welcoming

For these precious flakes of the times of warmth are
Of such slight size
So their strength is in their force
Together.

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I heard it said one day
That in our history
A name used to be
More than just a name

I wondered what
My name would be

But I pondered
For a very short time
For I think that I do
Know my name
Instinctively

To know my name
I merely look at
Myself
And my travels

I think that I have been given
Two great gifts
That do rule my life

One is great
And makes me whole
The other I fear
Might tear me apart

The first gift I believe I received
Was the gift of joy
In everything

For sometimes I feel
All the joy I feel
Cannot be bound
In my body

It bursts through my pours
Spills out of my mouth
Falls from my eyes

The other gift
The darker one
I believe is pain

And though I detest it
I believe that
It too is a gift

For my joy comes not
From a life of ease
Without a thought or worry
But it triumphs over the death
And despair I feel

And so my name
Though I know not the word
I believe would mean

There is great pain
And great joy
But behold
The joy triumphs the pain
And is all the more beautiful
Because of it.

Sometimes I wish I had
A looking glass
That I held it my grasp
Able to do my bidding  

For I would use it, all the time
To look just down the road
To see the path that I shall go
Before I take my steps

For many times I wish to know
If I should give a thought
The concern I do
Or if I am but foolish, worrying about the meaningless

That which I would strive to learn
I think would give me direction
For many things come my way
And I cannot win them all

But I think if I
Could know which way I will go
It would change my life
I might be better off

But though this thought is in my head
I do not think I truly want it
For how the joy of things unseen
When they do arrive.

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The kindness of a friend
Is like rain
On a land besieged with drought

It fills the soul
And wets the eyes with tears
It brings hope to a hopeless place

The love of a friend
Is like a thousand lights
In a dark room without windows

It floods with new light
And now made whole
Overwhelming joy in a place of great fear

The words of hope, spoken by a friend
Are like the fire of a lighthouse
To a ship on a stormy night

It opens the heart
And breaks sadness apart
In its place a new song.

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I search for home
My heart so desperately longs
To be where I am loved
And I love

To find a place
To rest my eyes and my mind
For I feel I am in a twilight
Never truly at peace

The more I search
The more I find
That such a place is not in my reach
At least not now

For those I love
And all that bring me ease
Does not exist in harmony
Though strive as I do

But someday I believe
I will find a far off country
And there I will be filled
And be complete

Those I love will be all around
I shall run, completely free
My eyes dry and my joy complete
And I shall be whole.

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Sometimes I grow unhappy
With my insufficiencies
And then I am reminded
That someone values me

A small word to my character
Brightens my whole day
And though this desperate seems
I know I was made this way

For I do lack much
And need desperately to grow
But still I know that I have
Been given things unique

Sometimes I struggle
To resist the temptation to just let go
For this becomes so desirable
To just let myself fall away

But I know a hand will catch me
Should I try to fall
So even when I have not strength
I will not even start to lose at all

And so I still continue
Whether in joy or pain or both
And know that someday this dark battle
Will finally make me whole.

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Two men under a moonlit sky
Stacking stones

With heavy hearts and tired limbs
Stacking stones

Others slowly passing by, look and wonder why
They are
Stacking stones

The men know, though others question
That they have good reason
For their enduring habit of
Stacking stones

Their journey to here long has been
Trial marking and marring their way
Still they use the last bit of their strength
Stacking stones

The benefit they get
From their laborious task
Is worth the price
Of fortitude
That they pay
Stacking stones

The men finish
And turn
Finally going to their homes
To rest, if only for a time
From what seems like the ceaseless work of
Stacking stones

A small child
Young and innocent
Questions the men as they pass by
Returning home, no longer engaged in
Stacking stones

The men turn
And manage some few words
To the one questioning
Why they are
Stacking stones

For these stones they say remind them
Of how far they have come
For many many many years each pile represents
To them a reminder
Of a victory won
And so when all seems lost
They look upon the hill
Where their have toiled
And then they
Cannot help but remember
What they have accomplished
To drive them to go on
Stacking stones

So as long as they can lift
These rocks from the rushing river
They will carry on
Stacking stones.

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I have two hearts
Within my chest
And though they are so close
In proximity
They beat so differently

One heart bursts with love
And yearns to be whole
It strives for peace
Works to hope
Plans a future

The other one
Acts less nobly
And makes me ashamed
Of the hate and pain it harbors
Inside

I hope one day
To rip out
My second heart
For I do not
Want it anymore

But for now
I know that I
Have not the will nor ability
To slice myself open
But someday.

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When will the last storm hit?
When will the last war be waged?
My heart wonders

My land is so tired
Her people mourn
For all is not well

But they see it should be different
They understand there is a greater way

Their weeping haunts my soul
I wish I could take it away
Though I am one of them
I see them
And desire
To fill their homes with joy
Their hearts with hope
And their eyes with beauty

Their voice echoes off the cliffs
And goes out to sea

Someday their call will be heard
And though I cannot rescue them
I believe they will be found

And oh, to see their faces
Alive.

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I one day decided
That I would try
To race to higher ground
And as soon as the thought
Had left my mouth
The ground grew higher
Thickets and brambles seemed to grow
In a matter of mere minutes

But still I went
With brave heart
And delved into the thicket

The more I ran
The more I hurt
And feel and bruised my knees
But carried on

I found my legs were growing weak
Much too quickly
My calves burned
And I fell
I cut my face

I kept on for a long time
Though it was rather painful
And then I realized I had gone
A very short way

And so I cried out
Why, oh why?
Does the land fight back when so hard I try?

And a voice
Inside my head
That is not my own
Whispered

It said
Do you not see?
Are you so blind?
When you struggle so
You are made strong
Though you have not gained miles
You have grown
Grown more than you can see
From your current state
Now you are as you should be

You spend your time
Searching and seeking
For wisdom you do not have
You see you are not the end
Not should you be
And so
You have grown.

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Someday I will see the end of my sorrow
I know it will roll right off of me
Falling to the ground
I will leave it and walk away
Clean

No longer bound
Not enslaved
Its bitter scars erased
Someday

I know that I will walk
My sorrow all forgotten
I have this hope

Clean
Free
In an open space
With a glorious sky

The ones I love
They see my face
Downcast

And yet they do not know
They do not see
My hope

I will be free
Walk among the living
My sighing gone
And I will be overwhelmed
With joy.

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Click
My mind closes the door, and locks it

Pound
On the door, begging to be let out

Why?
Do I consider it

Closer
I walk, unaware yet aware of the danger inside

Consider
The inside of the locked seems better than before

But
I know the lie

False
A life I do not want lies inside

Walk
From the door, like a man in chains

Dark
The room behind the does lies

Broken
The things inside will shatter me

Yet
I turn, and look ahead.

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I worry that my demons will
Come and then consume me
Then throw my body to the ground
Rendered lifeless

I do not want their dark ways
Their tales of hopeless woe
I want to rise victorious
But I do know not how to go

They take me, piece by piece
Each time they push me a little further
My eyes they pour, twin waterfalls
They cannot express all my sorrow

I need an escape, a path
How long will I wander?
I am a train on an endless track
I cannot see the end

Why do my demons come?
Why do they want my soul?
For I feel a poor beggar
Not worth my salt

All I want is peace
And release from this danger
I beg and plead
By to my dismay, they will not let me go

I feel so all alone
I do not have a friend to turn to
All my need has used my goodwill
The love now I want, I used

My greatest concern
Is that I will embrace the dark
And not look back
I do not want this

I cannot shake the feeling
That this is what I have coming
Where shall I turn?
What shall be my harbor?

I am a cup
Turned over, poured out
A little hope trickles in
I sigh and press on.

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Small lights against an endless sky
Snow softly falling, all is quiet
Pines hold against the winter winds
The world is peace

And joy dances
From heart to heart
It leaves a smile on every face
No lone soul out of place

Those who had been lost
Are no more
The world has rejoiced
In this small season

For this time our land is well
Our souls filled
The young and old alike
Dance through these precious nights

The sorrow of our present days
Covered with the delicate snow
It's marring scars forgotten
Even if for just a time

The beauty of it all
Is the surprising and surpassing peace
Though many are sad
Their hearts are filled with glad.

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I am desperate for the whole
For now I regard only in part
I need to find a map, a chart
For I am a lone ship

My sails are tattered
Mast cracked, oars broken
The nights has come
And the sea is so dark

I do not know how to press on
But endure I shall
For I know there will be harbor
A port to call my own

The sea is not all
And though I know its waters brilliant in day
The sun has not risen
For a long time

But when the rays
Of warm sunshine
Flood my face and kiss my skin
They will fill my being

Then the sea will be light
And turn deep black into emerald green
I will cry out to the land
And it will answer back in song.

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I see a street
One that I used to know
I remember the days
When walk down its bright path
Lights twinkling, homes shining
A small hope filling me

But now
That street seems so far away
A small memory
The hard, dark reality
Has hit that street
It snuffed out the lights
And blew open the doors of warm homes

I thought that path would lead me one way
It has taken me another
A way that I joy in
Yet I still see that other path
And I wonder
If I shall reach that end
Stretch to the dreams I once had

I still have those dreams
Saved in old boxes
Under piles of dust
A shining face
A full heart
A warm, rich love

I close my eyes
And I walk down that old street again
Pull my coat tight
Watch my breathe turn white
And I hope again
For that old street
Is not so different from the one I walk now

The lights still sparkle
The snow is still cold
There is still stunning end
The face has changed
I cannot see it clearly
But I pull myself together
And my soul is renewed.

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Cardboard box on an empty street
Snow lightly falling
A small figure, huddled inside

I hear her begging
Just for a light
Her hands are blue
Her hope all run out
Nothing left in her
No more will to go on

I want to move on
Enough cold already in my heart

A small timid whisper
Comes from her mouth
Not more than a breath
Nothing close to a word

A streetlamp shine nearby
It lights up the box
And hearkens the sky
The small face stares up
Timid and frozen

I do not know what I have to give
But I open my heart
I reach out, and.

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