I too
Had to believe I was worthy of great things
And miracles
Before I would receive them.
That is when I began demolishing my own Walls.
I too
Had to believe I was worthy of great things
And miracles
Before I would receive them.
That is when I began demolishing my own Walls.
I get lost in the words
In the conversations
I do not know these games
These twisted
Ways
I do not know how long
I was staring at the wall
I do not know where my mind went
Maybe i will find it some day
Maybe not
I am quite content
With it coming and going as it
Wishes
Old photographs
Scattered
Throughout time from wall
To hand
To trunk
Eventually find strangers staring at them in
Thrift shops.
Who will be the last person to remember the
Sound
Of your voice?
Seems she has been in her cocoon
For some time now.
Lingering
There,
In between.
Wings damp
Eyes wide open
Wondering if maybe she took too long,
For she has always been one to fall behind.
Following her heart in haste
Leaving her mind reeling;
Confused by the games.
(She thinks she was sleeping while they read the rules)
She had immersed herself in
Her own
Ethereal
Delicious love
Only to find herself alone
Upon
Emerging from the healing.
She will rise up through
The air
Now.
She is aware
Ceilings, walls
And floors
Are imaginary.