Slowly falling, racing, drowning.
Passion seeping.
Forces of nature pushing.
Pushing where they are not wanted,
Not needed.
No one needs this;
No one wants this.
Why do the very stars that
Comfort,
Support,
Love,
Become hidden by the clouds?
Panic stricken eyes- relax, see clearly.
Or don't see.
Be blinded by an insecurity.
Be so blind that a new reality forms.
Only it isn't reality,
It's a nightmare
Why do the very dreams that
Keep us living,
Breathing,
Smiling,
Fall out beneath our feet?
Why is it me
Myself
always me?
Why do I break
Into
A thousand
Pieces of paper blowing
Away in the wind,
The way my hair did
When you touched my fingers
And looked at me
And breathed?
Keep moving.
Don't run.
Keep pushing.
Don't pull
Away from yourself,
From the pain.
Feel the ache.
Feel the cracks and the bones
And the veins
Because God made you,
You.
And me.
He made me.
Don't be suffocated.
Don't sit in the corner.
Break the wall.
Break the stereotypes.
Don't let people tell you
How to feel,
Because maybe you are
Strong
And maybe
You aren't.
Is it strength to break?
Is it strength to fight?
Of is it strength to submit yourself
To the freefall
Of the rollercoaster
And to let a new wind blow
The tears from your eyes
And the words from your
Mouth?
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