Nothing more than a resilient woman
with sad eyes, an empty heart,
and chains that bind her
to the haunting darkness
that’s made a home
in her own mind
Do we still look up and see the same sky? Some days, it feels impossible to even feel certain anymore.
Hundreds of red rose petals and all the reasons I’ll always love you, set ablaze and scattered like ashes lost in the wind.
My love for you is endless.
A labyrinth I work my way through,
with no desire for an exit.
It settles into my bones,
and I spend my days wandering,
exploring all the new and profound pieces of you.
Do you still think of me as you fall asleep?
Do you reach for me in the middle of the night
the way I still reach for you?
I’m drowning over and over,
and still praying the tide
will bring me back to you.
It’s down to the wire, a toothless thread of hope that I’ll still cling to. After all, what else do I have left to hold?
It seems I’ve already lit the house on fire, but forgot I was still standing inside.
How could others ever not fear me,
When even I, myself, am afraid
of these thoughts inside my head?
Is there a remedy for this pain?
For the everlasting dull ache,
slowly burning through you
and leaving you hopeless?
I watched the blood trickle down
but the pain never came
and neither did the release
You’ll just regret it when I’m gone
Writing is my escape. It’s the thing that jerks me out of my head for a while, distracts me from the noise, helps me channel my frustrations into words — helps me heal.
So why are words not coming easily to me lately, even when life feels so hard?
Words haven’t been coming easy lately
My mind busy – possessed by sickly thoughts
Ones that make my skin crawl
And keep me up in the night
But none that I dare to put on paper
The rain came, watering the flowers.
Its roots are still suffocating under the soil, but at least it’s nourishing.
It isn’t dying today.