Dark shadows raise their head
Creeping out of the wooden beams of my fragile existence
Taking a few steps into the sun, I trip over those shadows that have devoured me in my past
Reducing me to a shell of empty space and a universe of internal strife
Mixed messages emanate from my being as I fight a battle and yet submit on the very next breath
Black shadows go away! Dark shadows, if you please, No, rather, evil shadows, I demand (!) let me be!
I fight a battle with myself every night and every day, and even though my victories are many, it is the losses that loom large, that rise up as a monster in the middle of the night and threaten to eat my alive. I desire what I can’t have, and when it is on offer I push away. I am my worst enemy, and only on brief occasions am I my best friend.
The thing about weakness is that it can be wished away
I feel my weakness I feel my vulnerability
I feel my battles that rage within
And I know that it will pass I will be strong again
I am human I am alive I feel
I am weak tonight
I will rest and be kind to myself
Tomorrow I will be strong
waves roll over me waves you do
in my desperation
I feel you
down I tumble holding tight
up again
I feel light
tossed and turned spinning round and round
I am screaming
a silent sound
so i stumble before a fall
I WILL STAND UP!
I WILL STAND TALL
First rose for the season, and yay, roses are back in town 🙂
This is my fourth attempt of the same sketch. Wow, sketching is difficult! Now I know why I always avoided it, lol.
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