x x x

 

 and in the dark of night we will plant a stake
in concrete rubble and ashes
proclaiming FEAR HAS NO PLACE HERE.

stating our name as I HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR

and I WILL GO ON

because this dark, it's not going to take us over.
we are going to wield the shadows
and turn lungs-searching-for-air, confused minds,
into battle cries
of HOPE 
    and LIFE.

this night isn't the end, friend.
this is the starting line.

anxious / dramatic / direction

i'm not trying to be dramatic

my brain is just filled with static

a constant buzz, hum drum

it can make it hard to

rest; some

times i think the thoughts are

slowing, turns out they're just

pausing

for dramatic effect

but i think i'm getting to a place,

where

thoughts are a little more

still, a

little more quiet

or maybe i'm learning to just

tune it all

out

now. either way, i know the quiet of the

night will

come, again, and thoughts will be just

as chaotic as the beginning of the world,

again, as numerous as the stars,

again, and, somehow i'll make it out,

 again.

i'm not trying to be dramatic

 my mind's just an addict

leaving me with all or nothing

and no direction as to where i am

going

it's hard not to use hyperbole when stuck in a

whirlpool

( or is it all exactly as it seems? )

anxious / april showers / may flowers

          



thoughts a mile a minute and no time to rest, no time to rest, no time to rest.
the flowers are blooming and april showers spilling
and my mind is spinning;
does it ever stop?
flowers, please, teach me how to be
at ease during the storm, how to soak up the rain
even when it's uncalled for; can you teach me how to dance
gracefully in the hurricane, bend gently at the touch of hail, and still
come out the other side looking like a painting deserving an art museum wall?
i want to know your secrets, because breaking every time a little drizzle comes around
is exhausting.