We are born with empty hands
Burdens are not meant to be eternal
Held onto through life
Carrying the pains we pick
Along the way
It was never the plan made
So do not stay bound
I found a little shop today
Along my path I did spy
Full of many peculiar things
Mingled with the ordinary
It was there I found it broken
So small twas overlooked
A piece I’ll treasure forever
For like me it did not fit
I cling to such unsightliness
For a home it does need
And loved as I so do wish
A home for all those lost
Shattered beauty I behold
Surrounded by the dream
Hoping to be one precious
A piece to mend empty
To each thing left a wanting
Hold on to a joyful future
No truer story had there been
Today, tomorrow, forever more
I want to see beautiful things
Tour the world see something new
Bright and lovely
Living in colors only imagined
I want to be free of the dark
No more shadows
Only light filled days
Bring me flowers of every kind
Trees glistening with life
My feet in the sandy beach
The ocean before me dancing merrily
Can this be more than a dream
Please my love
Travel with me in beauties delight
Do discover a new way
The version unwritten
A path not yet blazed
For what is this world,
If not a place to live in wonder.
To breath in each new day,
As if it were your very last.
Overwhelmed with joy
Do not believe that the age of discovery has passed.
Do not carry on as if you have known all the unknown.
We have yet to reveal the truth,
In all its raw beauty,
Beyond a mere belief.
This was never meant to be a moment lived standing still.
Do you not see,
The world keeps on spinning
As you await a reason to be alive.
Just simply live.
I never knew you could have dreams that were hopeful.
I couldn’t understand that nightmares were not the place to rest.
I had no idea what my life could be if there had been light.
To live that way,
To believe that was all there was,
What a sad existence.
That is what I was,
Every since I can remember,
How can you be alive in this world excepting that truth?
This reality of mine was an horror to behold.
A strange world to develop ones dreams and hopes.
Did I ever really have those…
When did we stop wishing?
Why do we stop dreaming?
The world is so cruel,
The darkness overflowing.
Are we really so weak,
To let all our hopes be shattered?
Is our will to fight so brittle?
The desire to survive does not thrive.
What a world we live in,
What a world we create.
How sad that all that we could be
May never be.
The choices we make,
Through each experience,
All those consequence,
Our destiny is molded.
Will we enjoy victory?
Our remained crushed?
Did I not know it? The path to take? The journey to make?
How could I have lived in darkness so easily, I often wonder.
You may ask why do they stay? How could they let that happen?
Don’t, do not ever ask those questions. Because you do not really want to understand.
You have never felt that kind of fear.
You have never understood this kind pain.
You have never loved the darkness, hoping someday it would be the light.
You can not ask those questions of insincerity and say that you care.
We don’t need another liar in our broken lives.
We cannot even answer those questions completely.
Life doesn’t always go the way we had planned.
Sometimes it is more a living nightmare.
A broken dream, don’t make me laugh.
Do not measure my suffering.
Do not think you have ever known me.
No, I don’t think you would have made it through my dreary journey…..I almost didn’t.
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To wander through the lands and find to where my heart belongs,
Break free from shackles that have held tight from so long ago
Heart, soul, spirit, body all that is my being an more
Then whence had not one but all of these hid away never to be seen
My soul feels broken from all the shameful, bitter days
Each moment held below the surface deep, unable tot take breath
What shelter may I find in the beauty of the world surrounding me
No longer to linger in the wastes of yesterdays battles
A light will lead me forward into a brighter beyond
Shall we feel the hope that was once cut from my being
I find that even in my deplitated state I strive for something more
So now I wish to journey with no destination but the trail I shall walk
I sit here and watch my thoughts flutter. Flying all around, never in one place do they stay. I wish they would remain far away from the pain, soar freely. Will they always wander towards the darkness. A sudden shudder sends me to a gruesome sight. A single thought does abruptly shatter my reality. Thinking things which once did consume me. Of blood deeply running red, coursing steadily downward. From my fractured flesh a flow freely weeps crimson the tears I cannot shed. My wounds do speak for me, the words that are hidden just out of sight. I cannot speak what should be said for fear I’d fall into deepest dread. Those memories still haunt my daily drifting, no lights in my sight. Does the mind ever become free from these torturous binds? Or forever will this horror be on repeat, to be seen a million times?
Did I Wait to long to heal?
Was it too much to just hold as I was? Broken and frail.
Was it all my fault for being hurt, for being shamed?
What could I do?
I had nothing to work with.
There was nothing in me. Nothing at all.
I was nothing. I am nothing.
This is the Battle I fight every moment of every day.
So why couldn’t you love me?
This is me.
A broken porcelain doll, shattered on the floor.