So you think I am strong ?
Then you have never met me in the darkness;
My hands folded together in grief.
My eyes; rivers that cannot stop flowing.
Bones that have dried up into deserts.
You have never met me
Where fear seizes my breath.
Where I am too numb to move
And too tired to try.
Nothing is left, nothing is forward
Being tired of existing in this lifeless world,
I live happy in my own abandoned
Graveyard .........
I bridged my life
Between two worlds.
the real world
and the world of my dreams.
When life gets painful
I pass to the other,
the world of my dreams
knows me better ........
We are not haunted by the dead
We are haunted by the living
And the graveyard of memories
They leave behind in our heads .......
The hardest part of being alone
Is swallowing the silence
That echos from your own chaos.
It's funny how loud
A tourtured mind can be,
Thoughts become so loud
They bounce off walls,
Recklessly shattering
The silence you're in ................
Transformation isn't
sweet and bright.
It's a dark and murky,
painfull pushing.
An unraveling of the
untruths you've carried
in your body.
A practice in facing your
own created demons.
A complete uprooting,
before becoming ........
You think I am strong ?
Then you have never met me in the silence ;
My body aching to make sense of it all.
My mind wandering to wild places that it should not go.
Places that do not heal me
Or grow me
Or lift up my spirit.
Where quiet hurts because quiet lets me think.
And thinking hurts because thinking
Makes me remember.
And where remembering just makes me
Hurt all over again.
You think I’m strong ?
Then you have never met me in all of the storms
Where I ran for shelter
You haven’t seen me fall apart at the seams
Drunk on defeat
Rock bottom low
Nowhere to go
Who am I ? Who do you see ?
What do you think of the person asking
the question,
Are you aware that your opinion is your
own preconception,
Falling for the deception of the carefully
designed facade.
Who am I ? Who do I see ?
A core in meltdown.
Are my eyes so intent on inside that I miss
the strength of the character I play,
Could I become the person I portray ?
For she is the foundation which keeps the
inner sanctum sane.....
The walls, the windows I look out of as I
act out life's game.
Who am I ?
The conception of both .... a child of my
own making .... for the core and the shell
are mine - the same ........
You will find me
Where nobody goes,
Happiness is nothing there
Only loneliness and peace flows.
Life was never perfect
It was full of unplanned perfection,
Lately losing it, while fixing imperfections.
Some wounds are still the same,
It has no cure that's why it remains.
You will see me
In the shadows under the faint moonlight.
As I can't stay where the sun shines so Bright,
A place somewhere between dark and light,
Where there doesn't exist a thing, such as time.