Blog PostsFriends | BlogSTRONGYou filled my waking hoursCrept back in while a slept Words of you streamed from me Like a secret poorly kept Tales of you were born on my lips As memories made me speak Not many people can break me But you, you made me weak You took something that was whole Smashed it, but left a tiny shard One that reflects me, but is not me And you did it with disregard Of what your words could do to me Conjure the blackest night And leave me searching desperately For some hope, a ray of light While I was searching all around Stumbling blindly through the haze I stopped, and looked inside myself And a wonderous thing met my gaze The hope I had been searching for Was inside me all along You might think you made me weak But I know you made me strong For now I’m not afraid To walk my path alone At least now when I look down this road I know it is my own What I am afraid ofrejectttiiooonnnnThe AbyssOne moment, I am there, solid and in plain sightThe next, I am gone, untouchable and invisible It is not magic, rather the way of life The inevitable end to a flawed beginning Once, I was standing, upright by force of will But now I am floating, with no direction What was before is but a memory As bleak and black as the nothingness that engulfs me What is ahead of me does not exist Only this moment, a fleeting moment that never ends Time is just a concept, not judged in the abyss The silence is so complete, so intense that it is deafening So that I don’t remember if I can hear The darkness presses on what must be my eyes So that I cannot see through the black I wonder if there are others, crying out with an inaudible voice like me Searching with eyes that cannot see, listening with ears that will not hear, reaching with an ungraspable hand All I have is a heart to feel and thoughts that burn ferociously And I know, that could I see, I would burn, I would shine Could I hear, I would hear the cry of every unsung voice Could I speak, my voice would rock and shatter this hell to which I am confined One moment, I am gone, lost into the abyss of my fear The next, I have returned, taking substance from the nothingness Not just a flawed beginning, but a new beginning. |