Past tense, present tense, back tense,
Forward tense, sideways tense;
It’s unclear, the kind of shaking reality that makes you whimper;
Words that are powerful, so powerful that they shake the day and the next;
An unsorted air lingers, and the fashion it fastens me in….is one of a sea-teal sickness;
Oh,what won’t you take? A loud, insecure voice, or the burning, rejected feeling of after…?
Quite the hypnosis you’re in, thinking you can beat the oppressive;one alone fighting demons is not easy.
You. Small, and unrealistic you.
Jumping hurdles,climbing the proverbial fences, and parting the seas for some….”unique love”;
You. Small, and unrealistic you. You can’t hold your head up high, because it may hold a higher status than
Leaving behind all that is unfiltered,
Leaving you unclean because they think the world will never take you dirty;
Not knowing your own strength;
Having the courage to move in the ides of horrible storms,
Fighting off the monstrous emotional creatures that want to eat you alive;
Breaking through to the top,
Being you again.
Reaching for the stars and seeing lights you only dreamed about;
That is letting go.