Immersed.
Enveloped by the warmth.
Floating.
Surrounded by the silence.
Drifting.
The light gets dark and turns to black.
Sightless.
The darkness takes over but isn’t threatening.
Sinking.
The feeling of weightlessness takes over.
Comforting.
The everyday floats away.
Flowing.
The water washes away everything.
Floating.
Adrift in the water.
Drowning.
Never felt so good.
“She wears a fake smile so well. But she really wants to cry. She thinks that crying shows she’s weak. No one told her that it means you’ve been strong for too long.”
Looking in the mirror
Seeing what I see,
I’m not sure who I recognize
Who is staring back at me.
Eyes like emeralds,
Shining with tears.
Insecurities swirling
Around in my head.
Can’t drown the thoughts,
They’ve taken over my soul.
Thought I had fought them.
I thought I had won.
But it looks like
The battle has only
Just begun.
How come on days like this
I see what I see?
Why can’t see myself
How others see me?
The girl in the mirror is fragile
Like glass.
She feels like she’s breaking,
Like she is going to crash.
The tears won’t stop falling
down from her eyes.
She doesn’t know why they
Started, or why they won’t go.
It’s her inner demons she’s fighting.
That girl in the mirror.
For there’s one thing she wishes for.
And that’s to see herself clearer.
But for now, the tears fall.
Along with her soul.
Hoping to pick up the pieces,
but when, she doesn’t know.
Perhaps there is someone,
who sees her a bit clearer.
Someone who can make her smile.
And help her to realize that it’s
Okay to be weak.
For in our weakness we find strength.
If not always in ourselves.
Crying is way that we call out for help.
So if someone is there to help this
Girl through her pain,
Let her know so that she can
get over her shame.
Letting go
They say letting go is good
Good for the soul
Good for the mind
Good for the heart
But how does one let go?
How does one tell the mind, the heart, the soul
That now is the time to let go?
Closure is needed
But has never really found
One sided, imaginary conversations
Are what has been going ’round
The mind wants it to stop
The heart pleads for relief
The soul is caught in the cycle of grief
Letting go
How do we begin to let go
When for the last few years this is all that
Have really ever known?
Letting go
How
Do
I
Let
You
Go?
