I stumbled away from loneliness and fell into a land called Love.
Upon entry, you must surrender to uncertainty and defenseless transfer thereof
Along with this, you must risk,
your heart as you allow.
At this place, you must grace
your scars and vulnerabilities.
in this place, If you stay
You might enjoy pleasantries.
......
An aimless fisherman drifting out at sea,
Seeking direction for what cannot be,
Consumed by perception, and with no end in sight,
A self inflicted abyss, a realization requiring all his might,
Light turns to darkness as hope fades away,
No words for the fisherman, his mind filled with grey.
Seeking solace, the the man lights his last match,
......
I’m dancing with death nearly every other day, yet in love with the way tomorrow tells me everything is going to be okay.
I cherish my brokenness that is still me to this day, and will continue to be thankful for those who gave me a reason to stay.
I miss the old me, but not in a regressive way.
It's like slowing down when I pass the house I used to live in.
Except old trees have been replaced with new, and there's a welcome sign on the front porch, and even one hanging on the back door, too.
I remember my bedroom and the fits and funs it held.
Laughter that echoed through the hallway and silent meltdowns in my closet.
One wouldn't know from the street view, but the walls are freshly painted with a new tone of the sky’s Blissful Blue.
......
As the sun seeps into the sea,
the crisp cool air
passes through my hair;
while my face enjoys the breeze.
Blinding orange dimming,
marking the end of the day.
Nightfall just beginning
as dusk fades away.
......
I’m dancing with death nearly every other day, yet in love with the way tomorrow tells me everything is going to be okay.
I cherish my brokenness that is still me to this day, and will continue to be thankful for those who gave me a reason to stay.
I miss the old me, but not in a regressive way.
It's like slowing down when I pass the house I used to live in.
Except old trees have been replaced with new, and there's a welcome sign on the front porch, and even one hanging on the back door, too.
I remember my bedroom and the fits and funs it held.
Laughter that echoed through the hallway and silent meltdowns in my closet.
One wouldn't know from the street view, but the walls are freshly painted with a new tone of the sky’s Blissful Blue.
......
An aimless fisherman drifting out at sea,
Seeking direction for what cannot be,
Consumed by perception, and with no end in sight,
A self inflicted abyss, a realization requiring all his might,
Light turns to darkness as hope fades away,
No words for the fisherman, his mind filled with grey.
Seeking solace, the the man lights his last match,
......
As the sun seeps into the sea,
the crisp cool air
passes through my hair;
while my face enjoys the breeze.
Blinding orange dimming,
marking the end of the day.
Nightfall just beginning
as dusk fades away.
......
I stumbled away from loneliness and fell into a land called Love.
Upon entry, you must surrender to uncertainty and defenseless transfer thereof
Along with this, you must risk,
your heart as you allow.
At this place, you must grace
your scars and vulnerabilities.
in this place, If you stay
You might enjoy pleasantries.
......