Desensitized

Sometimes the first cut really is the deepest

The blood is redder, more vibrant, gushing

The pain is more bitter and raw 

And then after more cuts follow

Cut after cut after cut after cut

Once previous tender flesh 

Is scarred over and over again

And when taking the time

To stop and notice 

There is no more pain.

Overflowing

I was addicted
To a love that never was
Waiting for your touch
Craving each discarded crumb
My highs and lows diverting pain
The rejection I feared with all my soul
Rejection I forced into being
The rejection that finally gave way
To peace
To me
To the deep well of love
Overflowing
The love inside of me

Kisses

Connecting to myself
Connecting to me
Walking into the future
Walking from here
My heart is still
Beating hope
And I know
I know
The tides will turn
Everything I wished for
My hopes, desires, my dreams
Will caress me tenderly
And lovingly
Kiss my face

Forever, I Cried

I’m shredded to pieces

My heart beats no more

Red blood is dripping

All over the floor 

My soul has escaped

It’s free from its form 

It watches, it speaks 

Above the cruel storm 

I lived on this earth 

I loved and then died 

My words will stand 

Forever, I cried.

Glass Bomb

I bottled inside of me

My anger and rage 

The pressure built up 

As I tightened the grip

Tighter and tighter 

I held the glass bomb

My hands were at risk 

My arms, face, my life 

I closed my eyes 

I prayed in the still 

Seconds ticked by

My heart counted time.

BOOM!

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Standing Up

I am free from the past

I am free from the pain 

I am free from your charms

I am free from your arms 

I am free from the rollercoaster 

The pain and the joys 

The ups and the downs

And the highs and the lows 

The buckle opened up 

I took a step off 

And after the fall

I wept on the floor 

I wept and I prayed 

I wept and I pained 

And when it was over 

For over it was

I stood back up

I gave it my all

I am standing again 

I am standing 

Once more

I am Free

Nothing more to say

Nothing more to do 

Nothing more to ponder

Nothing more to ask

The chain is broken

The lock is cracked 

It’s now history

It’s over 

It is over.