Your hidden savior

Trapped deep in the dungeons of your mind
You look up at the gaping window of sustenance
In hope that something– somebody will know you are there, alone, and voiceless.
Expecting someone to hold their hand down
Despite you knowing this is no fairy tale
There isn’t a magical prince to save the damsel in regress of her own distress.

Deep amidst your thoughts of anxiety
Suddenly a suffocating steam erupts,  rising above your ankles
Fear strikes your heart
The prickling heat is climbing up your body
Fear
The pulse hits your heart again

This utter fear, it’s as if a shard of glass has been removed from your eyes
your blurred vision clears for a split second of another sharp pulse
you see a rusty chair sitting near
The touch of turmoil having reached your chest
You scramble to the chair in desperation

through the steam of despair
Escaping death
As you climb out the window
Realizing the sustenance was in you from the beginning.

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Lost to be Found

Not everyone who loses their way finds their way back.

Rather, they move onto a place better

Where their surroundings provide what the previous had lacked

And their differences are regarded as talent than trash

Of course the sadness carries on- for that’s part of life

But their happiness is greater

compared to their previous strife

 

 

To Be in a Barren Meadow

 when all  at stake seems dreary and steep
and  asks you to take a daring blind  Leap
promising you to be free before the shadows scavenge and creep

It’s at times like these when one wishes to sleep,
to simply drift away, beyond the begotten deep

and have no meek thoughts to eerily keep

nor a shaken heart to grimly weep

except remain lost and unmoving,

in a bleak meadow with nothing
to spitefully reap

“Be Patient” they say

 

Be patient

there’s much more for a person to do in a damned situation than “be patient”
at a time of pain, remorse, and depression
seeing only gray and thinking in plain unending coils downward into a trance
it’s deathly call for submission as you struggle with your soul to hang up high and be saved from the black flames of the devils dance
it’s more than two hollow words “be patient”

it’s a war
with a garden near by
there’s a fire surrounding the garden
and you’re covered In wounds
the smoke is dense
and can barely see your path
behind you is destruction and in front of you is your fight
your trophy is your garden but even before that you must hover over that fire

it’s hectic it’s chaos
blurry vision
and confused direction
you’re wrong for looking up
you’re wrong for looking down
until you realize your path is right before you
to challenge the view
that thought that seemed true

the love and promise
that seemed to keep you alive
you were alive because of your own faith
for that love and promise was all fake
it was only there like a flag  that flows only as long as you keep blowing air
but once you’re out of breath
it’s limp and meaningless

and “be patient”, you say?

cuz if it were you I’d say
-I’m here for you all the way
just tell me what to do and I’ll obey
because your hardship is real to me
and your struggle is seen
we’ll both pull you out
as though it were a dream