Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Molded and Hopeless

I'm afraid to run away, and I'm afraid to stay. I'm afraid to let go, and afraid to hold on. I'm paralyzed. My joy is falling apart around me and I'm frozen. Standing, watching, holding my breathe. Fear is all I can manage, all I have left. If I hold my breathe long enough, there won't be a choice to make...

OPEN YOUR EYES!

It doesn't have to be like this. Don't let go of the joy, don't run away from it. Let go of yourself, let loose your heart. There's nothing left to lose. No love, no self respect. You have wings, yet you slither in the dust. Hold on to your dream. Bare your soul, standing naked before the rising sun.

I've lost my footing. There's no one there to pull me up. My sturdy rock has rotted under my stench. This stifling, mildew filled air encased in every fiber of my being. Building up with every hidden piece of myself. Eating away my flesh until there's nothing left.

I have nothing left.

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