Securely Tied

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You have tied yourself

Securely

To the anger and hate of the

Past.

Proudly you stand

Wearing it like a badge of

Honor.

But,

If you look around you will see

You remain completely still.

Unchanged.

You must cut the chords.

It is the only way to fly.

Soar above and transcend.

Then you will realize

Peace and love are always in you.

Do not let these ideas of

Who you think you should be

Fix the parameters of you.

You are more than who you try to

Create.

You are infinite.

There are

No words

Or ideas

Which define

Your

Soul.

*originally published June 2015 @*cholintodiamonds*

Open

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I try to keep my eyes open

For every time

I close them

That

Cellular level ache begins.

The longing.

I know you are near me.

And you are so distracting.

Pulling. Twirling my heart

In an endless dance;

A rhythm of breaths and dreams.

1,2,3 steady.

1,2,3,4 up I go and where I land, if ever,

Is unbeknownst in this plane.

A realm we agreed upon in time and space prior;

Between souls.

Destiny.

In Between

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Some of those days were

Absolutely glorious.

And i do not wish to cloud such

Memories with my overthinking

Adult mind,

Just relish in my childhood recollections

Of crisp fall days

And running.

Running until my lungs burned

And i fell to the

Grass

Exuberantly

Exhausted.

Joyful without

Over analyzing

And immersed

In the innocence.

Oh my childhood friends,

What times were had by us

In our little realm of

Make believe;

Escaping our volatile realities together,

If only in moments, to carry us to the next.

The in between times.

Eat it or wear it

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there once was a little girl

who loved to giggle

sometimes she would not like

what she was told to eat

in her stubbornness

she would sit at the table all alone

until darkness came;

Til all but two were tucked in bed.

She would get thumped upside the head

and called some terrible things

but still she would sit hoping they would forget

her plate was not clean.

words were screamed

and words were repeated but to bring the spoon to her lips,

she just would not do it.

And in the end she would go to bed dirty.

stripped naked she was forced to stand

while the food she refused to eat,

well,

it was rubbed all over her bare  skin

(mashed potatoes and peas burned in her memories)

in her nose and her ears

And down to her toes.

her pretty brown hair mangled and messed

perhaps one day she would learn;

and she did.

She learned not to speak,

she learned not to argue.

she learned to do what she was told,

to eat every morsel on the plate before her

until nothing was left;

And she slowly disappeared.

*originally published August 2016 @choleintodiamonds*