It’s the sort of power that clips a bird’s wing and removes the air from their feathers ending their feeling of freedom
The sort of power that washes away memories and pain when your heart is breaking
The sort of power that compels and leaves you vulnerable
The sort of power that determines when you smile and decides just how long you cry
It’s the power of love
And sometimes the most dangerous thing is when the person with this power has no clue that they have it…
Go on and cry now…
It’s a familiar feeling what you do to me,
I have felt this before-
The lump in my throat, tears gathering behind my eyes
while I lie to the world and fake my smiles.
It’s almost a routine to me now.
After all the shimmer, at the end of the quest, it was only a fool’s gold.
Surrounded by your tears and I have already been swallowing mine
I can’t even swim away
This pain has taken me under
and it seems no one really notices me sinking
Throw me my lifeline please…
Please stop rolling film…
I am out of energy trying to keep up appearances
I cannot continue without my mojo –maman
I am tired of pretending to smile when the hurt pounds behind my eyes
Trying to stay in character while a part of me is left on the other side...of the fence
Stop this pretense-
Turn of the lights…Director, CUT! THE SHOW IS OVER DAMMIT!
Since October 9, 2015
Out in the cold I’m thrown for the wolves to have their way with me
Makes no sense calling for HELP…it doesn’t matter, no one is listening
It is no coincidence that on the same day I lost my most precious gift I lost my home as well
Being kicked while I am down, having dirt thrown in my face and even then I clung to hope that this will be a dream and I’d wake between the sheets of my happiest memories
But here I am shivering with scars still bleeding and the only thing keeping me alive is AIR
Her flame lights the seas, she guides lonely hearts home
She stands there, alone, in the dark as a muse for you
Every pain she feels is not her first time, but she repeats these harsh realities for you
She knows how it feels to be lonely, what it means to be ignored and heart broken but she risks it all to learn how to love you
Even in the roughest weather, she stands there still, cold and battered, guiding you home with her flame
She is your light house…even though she knows that on your good days, your brighter days, when you no longer need her, you will overlook her-
She stands here still, in the middle of the seas, waiting until you need her light again
With pieces of me wrapped around your fingers I can feel your pain
I might never have the right words to say
But I am want to be your reason to go on
I can never take away the memories of the persons you have lost, and I don’t want to
But I want to be the one who gives you a reason to smile
I don’t want you to stop living because you are sad,
You miss them yes, and you always will-
Everyday won’t be easy-
But at least when you take on each day, I will be right next to you
One day at a time, that is all I ask
For Ger and to all thinking you have lost too much
Words of anger being thrown on RIPPED paper
with Sharpened points to PIERCE a pure white slate-
they are SPLASHED across the pages like the remains from a mighty SWORD.
Exhaling through my palms what you are too DEAF to HEAR.
SCREAMING from my thoughts; the SILENCE is deafening.
Writing ANGER through my trigger FINGERS
Since everyone is too busy to listen…