Thursday, March 10, 2016

It's Time to be Brave, Little Angel

It's time to be brave, little angel. | Michael and Fi | Burn Notice:

It's time to be brave, little angel
Time to open up your eyes
The demons are out to play
Pulling you under with icy fingers
It's time to face the shadows

It's time to hold on, little angel
Time to anchor down
The storm is getting stronger
Beating you back into the waves
It's time to cling to something firm

It's time to be strong, little angel
Time to bear your scars
The pain is growing now
Flowing through your veins
It's time to try and stand

It's time to fight, little angel
Time to draw your weapon
The demons are baring their teeth
Roaring in your ears
It's time to go to war

It's okay to be afraid, little angel
Your demons aren't just your imagination
The world can be a shitty place
Full of brokenness and pain
It's okay to want to hide

It's okay to be hurting, little angel
Your pain is real and valid
Let yourself feel the anguish
You don't need to hide it all away
It's okay not to be fine

It's okay to be sad, little angel
Grief is not a sin
Let the tears start the healing
You don't always need to smile
It's okay to cry

It's okay to be broken, little angel
You don't need to hold it all together
Let yourself bleed and break
You don't always need to fix yourself
It's okay to fall apart

It's okay to be downhearted, my darling
Just know you are not alone

Monday, March 7, 2016

Words


words
spilling from my mouth
pouring from my pen
black ink on white paper
baring my soul
dropping my mask
a reflection
in quick, dark lines

words
my liberation
my release
scribbles in my journal
scrawls on the page
a place to be real
no fear
no restraint

words
falling short
never quite right
unable to express the storm inside
trapped by language
not the right meaning
not the right sound

words
stumbling over each other
hard and fast
same words replaying
over and over
a broken record
scratched and skipping

words
swirling in my mind
sloshing around like water
over-analyzing
overthinking
can't stop thinking
trapped in my head
drowning in my thoughts

words
both the chains and the key
my prison and my escape
i live my life on the page
because i'm too scared to live in the world
but i want to

words
a bridge
or a wall?