There must be some way of understanding
that will remove the fear of a second wave
Sitting in the rebuilt glory, of the aftermath
Belief that everything can be this calm
is wavered out of instinctual protection.
But there is a faith in something bigger
Trauma still threatens to over take
and many days are still spent fighting down
those scars of each self inflicted dagger
I often try for descriptive and raw
as it is the only way in which to describe
That which is felt and not written
So much is left out though
And it seems impossible to me
That it will ever express
A life of writing the same old song.
Repeating in a skipping record player
using thoughts of those passed by as tracts
With every sparkle in my eye
there is a thought of something sadder
as if my soul has something it is not sharing
Pictured is an Eden I often dreamt of
Athena guarding each of my untrained thoughts
building me into this guarded soldier
Do not let my appearance of helplessness distract you
For I have learned how to fight my demons
and even as the darkness circles
flying and closing in from above me
I can see that I will survive,
Picturing visions of where I am
Who I am
and my personal pursuit of peace and knowledge.
i can see a place not far from now,
Where all the pain will feel so far away.
So for now the daily dagger will remain
a reminder.
that will remove the fear of a second wave
Sitting in the rebuilt glory, of the aftermath
Belief that everything can be this calm
is wavered out of instinctual protection.
But there is a faith in something bigger
Trauma still threatens to over take
and many days are still spent fighting down
those scars of each self inflicted dagger
I often try for descriptive and raw
as it is the only way in which to describe
That which is felt and not written
So much is left out though
And it seems impossible to me
That it will ever express
A life of writing the same old song.
Repeating in a skipping record player
using thoughts of those passed by as tracts
With every sparkle in my eye
there is a thought of something sadder
as if my soul has something it is not sharing
Pictured is an Eden I often dreamt of
Athena guarding each of my untrained thoughts
building me into this guarded soldier
Do not let my appearance of helplessness distract you
For I have learned how to fight my demons
and even as the darkness circles
flying and closing in from above me
I can see that I will survive,
Picturing visions of where I am
Who I am
and my personal pursuit of peace and knowledge.
i can see a place not far from now,
Where all the pain will feel so far away.
So for now the daily dagger will remain
a reminder.
