These days are the days the morning rays pierce the heart that I once held far away. The heart I once held close. And now I understand that it’s okay to be who I need to be.
Everything in this day is everything I ever needed; for that voice will be heeded.
Everything during this day can be dealt with, if you wake up knowing you are loved and fall asleep knowing the same. That’s why you call my very name.
Hours of experience and causes to follow, these days will give me everything that I allow.
In these days, I have discovered my own ways, somewhere along the waves of the sea that seems to look back at me.
And in these days, I will forever see you face, lying dormant behind every word you speak to me within your grace.
Wintry winds fill me with their icy breath. I often don’t know what I need, nor do I understand what I want. But I trust that it will all work itself out.
Stretching these muscles within my brain, I’ll shift my focus into another lane. For what have I to gain if I cry for things in vain?
No, sometimes I don’t know, but it’s worth a try. It’s worth the effort to take the dive. To step forward towards these things that alight my mind. They won’t always be this kind.
Crafting each word with care, I inhale cold air. As summer leaves and autumn begins, I find my patience wearing thin. But I won’t give up because I know what I’m made of. Small victories and deeper roots, this will always be my truth. Seeing to another day and another night, I count the days down till that flight. The time where I can spread my wings, with all of the peace and tears of happiness it brings. I have endured things I never thought I would, and I’ve done things I never thought could, but under this gentle hood, I will strive for what is good.
In these tears that fall from my face, I’ll find my own place. Within all these pains and fallen grace, I shall face them all with integrity and grace.
As I fall from grace, when you see my face will you still love me? As I fall from grace, the cherry blossoms fall to the pavement beneath me, showing their alliance.
Shooting stars as they fall from their own place, am I not alone in this frightening facet of loneliness? Am I not solitary in my fight for openness?
The author of my own life, it should be my right to place things where I want them. But often those things have a different plan, something that I’m beginning to understand.
To recollect that future happiness, or what I thought would come from it – I would have to find my own beautiful nest. I’d build it high in the sky so that I may see the planets soar by on their paths through eternity. I would allow the pads of my bare feet leave the earth, daring to fly up to where I’d never be found.
I desire that night, as stars align and I can study the cities’ light. I desire that very eternal peace that comes to me as I watch the Milky Way turn, so fast it could it could burn us if it chose to. But it chose not to. It has given us life, so why not more? Why not explore what it has to offer, because as my feet lift off the ground I do not have wings – I am defying gravity. I am denying it its reign.
Because it will never hold me back again.