The mind,sometimes
   waits, many a day.
To tell the pen,
    what to say.

You beg me to keep fighting, where’s yours?
You ask me to grow, have you?
To quell the demons inside me, draw power over them
I can still hear yours running free and hurting both you and me.

You ask me to grow and change
Is it too much to ask you to do the same?
Talk to me, tell me what you need
I’m growing and changing, just like you wanted

Yet, I see you not budging an inch
Leaving me trapped, caught in a strain

You told me, your lovers and friends, they all have outgrown you
They all leave in the end…
What else are they supposed to do?
As you give them the chance to ascend
And you descend

You saved me from the dark abyss we were both drowning in
Threw me out as you sunk deeper
Now, it is my turn to save you
I hold out my hand for you
“If I can do it, so can you” I cry out

Will you take my hand? Let me help you?
Or will you sink further, drowning in the cold, dark silence?

Soul Writing to me is,
writing from the soul,
that is Deep from within,
just let your soulful words flow.
Whatever the trails and tribulations,
through lyrics, just let it go,
inspiring words will lift you higher,
even when you are feeling low.
Having Frustrations on every hand,
even when people just really don't know.
motivation is the key, and
encouragement will help you to grow,
It's deep down in your heart,
So, let these words flow from the Soul!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/28/2024

i'm afraid of falling,
especially in love
a feeling that pulls me under,
drowning consciousness

I'm afraid of falling,
especially in pain
a feeling that saddens,
drowning hope

In a dream
I was sitting on the grass at night
hands splayed behind me to support my weight

I looked up, staring at the same old constellation
until one star at the edge fractured
a few pieces brightly trailing down

and then everything exploded
a nebula bloomed to take up a piece of the sky
celestial green with
an aura pulsing outward in waves
as if calling me to another edge of the universe

I tried to film it
zooming in and the layers kept going
detail upon detail
depth upon depth

now sitting in my bed, I'm wondering what it all means.

My bed, a gift I ignored,
In tired times, it has stored.
He hides his fatigue,
In silence, so sleek,
But like me, it’s rest he’s adored.