Space To Breathe

I need to find the space

I can’t find any place

To free my mind from

What is inside of me,

Of my constant nightmare

That has now come to life

This thing that I have been

Dreading for so long has

Finally come and I can't

Find the space to breathe

Someone help me out of this

Place that I have been hiding

Because for this entire time I have been lying and telling everyone that I am fine

Someone hold me, shake me, move me from this place I have

Been hiding because the more time passes and

The more I have been alone

The more I feel

insane

Hush Little One

Roaring thunder coming in waves

She tries so hard to not be afraid

A shudder and a squeal she holds on tight

To make it through this storm tonight

Tears in her eyes and fear in her heart

She wishes she weren’t apart

From her sister she loved so dearly

But now gone she sees clearly

As the storm rages and the lightning flashes

She hopes that all this pain soon passes

Still so young, so alone, defenseless

She lays there in her bed feeling senseless

The world is too cruel a place for someone so sweet

So she closes her eyes and begs for a retreat

The Blue-Eyed Man

A blue-eyed man has caught my eye

But this is no ordinary blue

The color is beyond anything I could write into words

I could make every cliche reference and it still wouldn’t be enough

I can’t help how I feel when I look into these blue eyes

The blue-eyed man doesn’t feel the same

I’ve tried but never successful

I’d like to sit and wallow a while

Darkness feels like home

But the blue-eyed man won’t let me

He sees the sorrow and makes me laugh again

Makes me feel ok again, that maybe the world isn’t such a terrible place

I just wish I could tell the blue eyed man that I will be eternally grateful

My Childhood Escape

Sitting in the field
wind blowing on my face now
seems so long ago

always teased in school
I never knew how to cope
I felt so alone

my sancutary
that field was my home
hiding in tall grass

I never fit in
did not dress like the others
they called me bad things

the woods I played in
and in those trees I called home
no one could hurt me

we were very poor then
sometimes went without dinner
no one understood

today I look back
and not much has changed since then
but that field is gone