A dimly lit morning sky
Does not dampen the spirit
Autumn is near
The fragrant trees
Are itching to light
The world aflame
With their fiery hues
The crisp air
A refreshing change
From summer’s calidity
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
A dimly lit morning sky
Does not dampen the spirit
Autumn is near
The fragrant trees
Are itching to light
The world aflame
With their fiery hues
The crisp air
A refreshing change
From summer’s calidity
Rarely have I heard
Truth in what was spoken to me
–
Like an extinguisher
My flames were doused
By words
Replaced by rage
–
Until I gave in
–
Lovely words
Fraudulent, falsities of a predator
Weakening my stance
Taking away something in me
Replacing love with fear
–
Words… just words
–
Words no longer hold
Complete validity
–
Meaning lies behind actions
–
Love is in the hands,
Holding the heart,
–
Guiding me
Towards the stars
Towards the truth
–
Words the initiator
–
Truth in the words
Propel love’s momentum
A controlled explosion
–
My flames allowed to burn
Unafraid…
–
Because the truth of love
Allows it to be so.
Where do you go when
Your mind is racing
Your thoughts are
Taking you to unfamiliar places.
–
Do you travel to
Distant places where
Reality doesn’t exist
Time and space are a myth
Or does your heart
Pulse with love,
And the once quiet yearning
Finally breaks loose
Does the anger
The sad regret
Seep from your pores
Allowing you to mourn
Where do you go
When you need
To be free…
Look
Leap
Look before you leap
Leap before you look
Stop
Reach out
Reach in
Deep within
Let them in
Keep them out
Have a heart
Heart on your sleeve
A cold heart
A lonely heart
Safe unbroken heart
Love
Love and get hurt
Hurt before you get loved
No love, no hurt
Alone
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
BW©️
She wasn’t certain what demons would be waiting when she turned the corner. It was worse thank she feared. Stopped in her tracks she stood face to face with the only creature she was afraid of. Herself.
A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
Uncertain beginning
Struggle to live
Constant obstructions
Withdraw from all
Close off
Complete solitude
Recover
Emanate
Gradually
Blinding light
Frightened
Brace
Flutter
Flutter
Flutter
Let go
Fly Free
BW©️