Fiery souls.
Red hot flames.
Untamable.
Few have hearts that can withstand the heat
Of a soul
Who feels the beauty in
Everything.
Fiery souls.
Red hot flames.
Untamable.
Few have hearts that can withstand the heat
Of a soul
Who feels the beauty in
Everything.
I will carry your
Echo with me
Until time
Comes
That I may return
It to you.
My fixer heart.
So busy trying to keep the peace in my Surroundings,
In other people,
That I was left confused at
The war raging in me.
against myself
Slowly
I have learned to do the opposite.
Keep the peace in me
And all else follows.
I hold internally
These monsters
That scratch and tear
At my insides.
I have held them tight
In hopes of their suffocation.
Now I hemorrhage instead.
I believed these things were holding me Prisoner.
Keeping me in the dark.
Obscuring my sight.
When it is
I
Who keep them.
Afraid to be alone.
Afraid to be free.
For there have been times
They have escaped me;
I beckoned them return.
Now my strength grows weary
And my body is strained
In holding them.
My eyes tire so in this self imposed darkness,
My skin left longing for the soft caress of
Light.
This unhappiness I wear
From time to time makes me forget
All that is well.
And these monsters,
They wish to be free
From
Me.
Love is too precious
And life too short a gift
To let time go by so
Swiftly
Without seeing your face
My child
Shedding tears.
The darkest of dark in my chest
This night.
Moonlight casts no shadow
From wall to wall.
I will not give up.
I will not give in.
Sweet slumber comes to cradle me.
She takes me to fields of lavender where
I dance until I am weary.
Elation fills my veins.
She flies me to the very mountain tops
Amongst the clouds where I fill my lungs once more;
Fill my eyes with curiousity .
I play in the deepest seas of blue.
I sink,
I float.
It does not matter here for my struggles are lost elsewhere in these dreams tonight.
She gives me what I need;
Sweet dreams.
And in the morning I lift my gaze to the sun.
I thank my dreams for keeping me company
And leave them under my pillow for the
Day awaits me now.
Morning.
Up before sunrise.
Dancing in the dark.
Playing my records
In the kitchen,
A few songs on repeat.
(Tears dried in my dreams)
One day flowing into the next.
Loving.
Learning.
Growing.
Holding on to this,
Letting go of that.
Things that must be said,
Memories wished to be forgotten.
Ebb and flow.
This I know;
I woke breathing this morning.