Monday, October 11, 2010

Wake up


I woke up today, and realized I was beginning to live my life as a shade. A mirror of myself. It overwhelmed my senses and took hold of my hands, pulling me out of bed and threw me back into the vessel which is my body. Uncomfortable, I allowed myself to become reacquainted with the limits of breathing and feeling. Allow the soothing rhythm of my heart beat to calm my uncontrollable spirit. I wanted nothing more than to fly, become a free soul, floating over the rest of the world, until realizing that I was leaving everyone else, everyone that I cared for in my wake of destruction. You see, a soulless body functions, but is only a mirror, a shadow of what used to be. Nothing but a moving breathing talking impostor. I realized that I may be able to float above everyone in my own fantasies, but I was meant to help those around me. Give them parts of my soul to share and cherish together. I need to be present, together in this world. Not a shattered mess of broken glass. So this morning, when I woke from slumber, I pulled those pieces back together, and even though I need to be reintroduced to the beat of my heart and the sound of my voice, I will at least be me, A whole. And as i step away from the mirror and into the beautiful sun, I see them. Everyone who loves me and who has been waiting for me to regain consciousness once again.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Parallel


double lives
living parallel thoughts
two congruent unconnected feelings
its impossible to understand
how I manage to recreate this cycle
this circle of emotions

always the same,
love, life, them, me
same story,
different players,

I am stronger than this
a fighter in my own right
a survivor of my own sacrifices

Life will never be dull
a book ever written
at the hand of my own pen

no matter how beautifully complicated the story
the more out of control I become.

Not allowing my mind to run free
only unleashes the demons of the night
Unforgettable, yet hidden

Hopefully locked away,
in its hand made cage.

the lines of my paper,
and strokes of my pen.