The waves roll in Hard and strong They crash and roll Over her tattered soul She’s trapped in a riptideSpinning and churning Pulling her helplessly down To a Depth unknown The struggle is real The surface seems so near She fights to rise aboveBut the battle is too much alone The monsters glided inSo smooth and sleekFull of grace and beauty Appearing to be so meek The warning signs were there He didn’t want to seeMesmer...
This hurtsAgainI wish it were gone It hurts againNo matter how long I thought it was betterBut it’s bested me Unable to hideIt tracks when I flee Focus on somethingSeal off the pain Wrap around and aroundIdle thoughts in my brain Distract with white noiseNumbing gray hum Strike inward eye blindLike the glare from the sun For full light can obstructAs well as the dark Either one blocking tormentThat targets my heart.
Draw a circle round meLet me look awayProtect me with EnchantmentProstrating what you say Invoking now the barrierA cloak of crystal steelCascading all around meWith no infirmity Your words approach, empoweredBut weaken when they meetMy shield of pure EnchantmentSeamless security Standing here well-guardedYour words shall not break throughThey simply freeze and die in air Then fall unheard from you.
I need youLike nothing I have ever known.Air, food and waterAre nothing to my life, They bring mere sustenance. You fill my meager existence With your love.Happy moments are made happier When I can share them with you.At times when things in my mind are fuzzy,You bring clarity.When my demons begin to circle, You shelter me with your love.For us.I long for the timesWhen you are truly beside me, physically.For your spirit n...
I Hear Sirens – Lots and Lots of Sirens It’s 4 a.m. on Monday morning, June 25 th , 2012, and I am awake. Wide awake – and I don’t like it. Not being an early morning person, everyone in this house knows to leave me be until I crawl out of my haven of rest on my own. Unless I happen to be leaving really early to go on a vacation somewhere, or to a yard sale I can’t resist, which is always a welcome change, I never get up...
There were days When I had no other ways to get out This pain I only knew how to cause more Damage to myself and before you know it I had the knife and my skin was splitI tried hard to hide but couldn’t defend my guard I was weak Thus the tears that strolled my cheeks every night Crying over wrong and right I can’t show the pain the truth it has to goAnd this is supposed to be old Sitting in fire and still feeling cold Su...
