downpours
soothe the rage
inside,
knowing
that storms
are my lullaby.
water that heals
washing away
pain,
anger,
self-doubt,
energizing
the achy bones within.
my soul calls
to Thor-
taking flight
to the Heavens-
someday,
I’ll be home
again.
inner most thoughts
and secrets
flood from the mouth
in a state of stupor,
and
sometimes
even that’s not
enough.
days and nights
blend
trying to find
comfort in false
hopes and promises
hoping to find
a sense of self worth
wish shame clinging
to the insides
of my ribs.
they come in
all shapes
sizes, backgrounds
but emerge
as one.
they serve and protect
whil families
sit back and worry,
longing
for them to return
safely.
but those who don’t
what about them?
the tomb of
the unknown soldier
represents
all those whom
have fallen
without identity.
the heart yearns
for something
that’ll never happen-
but for now
my dreams
will suffice.
sometimes
dreams are better
anyway.
abstract thoughts flow from
minds which were once closed,
originality a requirement
running towards the truth,
points of view colliding
hovering over the honesty
only opening up to those
understanding of fears,
somehow reading between lines.
your love soffucates
and i’m left
choking
on the very air
you said
you’d give me-
that freedom
you once promised me
taken away
from insecurities,
jealousy,
anxiety-
beaten and battered
tattered and torn,
tossed
like a rag doll,
my flaws
and my imperfections
are too much
for anyone to graps
for repair.
I was never meant
for this type of
thing-
where I give so much
and receive
nothing.
nightwalker-
running as fast as the mind,
currents and knots-
soar high and burrow
trying to find the space
to find my centre,
focused-
remain hushed
while passion runs
through these veins.
speak in riddles
between the lines,
torn between bedsheets
and the desk,
impulsed
to defy the logic within
self-doubt
creeping from the shadows
while staying within
blanket forts to write.
exhale, darling
and breathe-
drown out the chaos
of jealousy, insecurity,
and find your centre-
you’re a phoenix.
rise from the
ashes,
find the power
within,
and soar.
there’s a lullaby
with your soul
written among the winds,
embracing the seas
of change.
burn the bridges
and move forward-
those
whom are with you
have already
made it out
alive.
storms and earthquakes
of mixed emotions
bring forth destruction,
trapped in an undertow-
crumbling to live
to feel alive,
fighting forces of
nature
to love.
a dance
between souls
and language
where
dreams and
reality
collide
into a beautiful
painting
of the mind.
she wrote upon feathers blowing in the wind 