Somewhere along the journey
He grew tired of
Explaining to
People why they should pick him,
Why he was good enough.
And everyone fell away
Except the ones who were meant to stay;
Love.
Somewhere along the journey
He grew tired of
Explaining to
People why they should pick him,
Why he was good enough.
And everyone fell away
Except the ones who were meant to stay;
Love.
I struggle to steady my mind
And I cannot find the breath to
Say i am tired,
And I cannot find the strength to
Reach for you.
My walls so high and mighty.
My fear steals my bones.
I’ve heard them whisper about me
Then turn and
Smile at me in the reflection in the mirror.
I’ve seen them steal away and swallow
Anything they can put their fingers on.
Eat. Sleep.
Dream.
“I’m tired of rough.
I’m tired of tough,”
She whispered.
“I just want to sink into your skin.
To forget where I begin.
I just want to feel
Beautiful.”
*originally published March 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
I am tending to my Angel wings.
They refuse to do their part.
They have left me cold and stranded,
Left me weeping in my heart.
They are tattered and worn.
They are bloodied and torn.
They were not this way
On the day I was born.
~
I see your Angel wings are tattered.
I see that they are worn.
I hear your weeping heart
And I want to keep you warm.
I know your soul is weary.
What if I told you mine is weary too?
We could both try together
To mend a tear or two.
We can find a strength in each other
That knows no distance,
Knows no time.
We will find a strength together
And again we will fly.
Again with stronger wings,
Again with shiny souls,
Again with beating hearts
When we have patched up all the
Holes.
@*choleintodiamonds* originally posted December 2013
These hands are cracked
And tired from lifting
And lifting they will do
Until
The last breath
I take.
This heart
Rejoices and breaks
And
Rejoice and break will
This heart do
Until the last beat
It makes.
After years
Of feeling
Battered and bruised,
Tired and used
She reentered the world.
Uneasy.
Hesitating with every breath.
Shaking with every step.
A little bit at a time.
Her eyes were so untrusting
For she knew what you see is very rarely,
If ever,
What you get.
Behind every smile
There might lie
A very darkened heart.
Self doubt filled her mind.
For she knew the sky was blue
But since she could remember,
She was told otherwise.
To the point where she did not believe
Her own eyes
Anymore.
Her gut in knots,
Never knowing when she might get caught in a moment of happiness
Just to have it stolen.
There she stood,
Head held high
Ready to give the world
Another try.
Everyone says
” You’re just a tired girl.
You just need some rest”
Then they debate me over
Like they know best
When I know they
Haven’t listened
To a word I’ve said.
They talk over me
Around me
And nod their heads.
They sit back
In their fabricated
Glory and bask,
Cleverly
Answering
A question I
Never asked.