The Knife

Before this I could not wax poetic,
I did my best not to feel.
Barreling down the path laid out before me.
And now here we are
This fork in the road.
Dagger in your hand.
You carved the earth beneath my feet and it will never be the same again.
Mud dripping from your blade,
As my tears become sweat, and my sweat turns to blood.
Life has picked up speed, while time stands still,
Now that I am forever altered
With only you to blame.
And I am left wondering:
Would I bear it better in my body than beneath my feet?

Synapse

I am but a passing thought
If I cross your mind at all.
But if I do
I hope you feel a rush over your heart.
And as you loose me from your mind
You wince at what you may have lost.

White Noise

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Release me from this prison,

Though I'm in no cage.

Release me from these shackles,

Though I bear no chains.

Be still incessant beating,

That clanging metal ripping my thoughts apart.

I see you without sight. 

Your clash is deafening.

The iron you are sharpening is not of my design.

That weapon you've been forging can only bring calamity upon me.

Why are you what's sticking?

Why do these thoughts do your bidding?

Why are you still here at all?

Do you wish to taunt me for the joy I seek?

Or do you desire sabotage on my soul to wreak?

Either way I'm bound to you.

A slave.

Until the time comes for you to defeat or be defeated.

Interim

Ellipses are the hardest part of life.
The waiting, the in-between,
The unknown.
And yet,
There is where we find our strength.
There is where we grow.
The time where our mettle is tested, proved, and worked out.
Though the patience may feel stifling, it can set you free.
And all that time you thought was misery,
Were simply signs of new beginnings
Things you've not had yet,
And greater experiences to come...

Breathe

The rain was falling for me
Bathing the beds of the birds that scream your name
Begging me to cast off the heavy load I bear within my chest
As I wait
On baited breath for you to set me free
I feel I've lost my power
Barely breathing
Lungs aching
And as the raindrops wash over my face
I am reminded I have all the power I need
If I simply
Breathe