Foot prints on the moon

Go quietly, go peacefully, leave your tiny foot prints on the moon.

Wait for me amongst heavenly bodies, where we will meet again soon.

Your journey has sadly ended and yet, it’s only just begun, in a moment I will close my eyes, one final time, and we’ll be together as one.

For this world did not deserve you and I fear neither did I, but this life feels like a hopeless void without my tiny special guy.

So wait for me and please don’t cry, mommy is on her way. It won’t be years, weeks or months, I will be with you today…

Left in the rain

He was angry, he was hurt, his heart all muddied, dragged though the dirt, he felt a pain that had left him cold, his inner child could not bear this world,

Try as he may to find his peace, his sorrow he could not release, until one very fateful day, his inner child came out to play,

For he met a girl who could reach inside, he no longer felt the need to hide, as she knew his trauma and she knew his pain, she knew the feeling of being left in the rain.

Left in the rain

Intrusive thoughts…

Thoughts of death lately seem to fill my mind, clock watching for gate keepers occupies my time, dark thoughts so suffocating, swallowing the shine, sadness behind the biggest smiles, standard answer, I’m fine,

It’s my choice to suffer in silence, all who care have tried their best, carry the world upon my shoulders, yet can’t seem to lift this weight upon my chest, well put together on the surface, yet beneath I am a mess, the long sleep grows more appealing, if I may, I must confess,

Do more, say less, pats on the back, they’re so impressed, always giving and giving has left me stressed, all these expectations of my best have left me without rest, as I spiral through a hornets nest of intrusive thoughts I can’t digest, but I’m needed so I must digress, your love is the only reason all hope hasn’t died yet…

Photo by MART PRODUCTION

The balance

A shadow can only be cast in the presence of light, a day can only be made through the reverence of night, understand that these two go hand in hand, opposites yet equals in the lifetime of man,

The good and the bad, the highs and the lows, the sun in the summertime, the wintery snows, autumn leaves fall, spring time leaves grow, your hard times aren’t permanent, I hope this you know

Solace in Solitude

Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,

Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,

I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,

A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…

The darkness

The darkness always calls to me, like a tantric siren song, the darkness always looks for me, and I can’t hide very long,

It has a way of knowing, my deepest darkest desire, it dangles this infront of me, with the voice of an unholy choir

The darkness has no boundaries, so nothing is off limits, it wraps me in its cold embrace and fills me with its spirit,

I wish that I could see the light and feel it’s warmth caress my skin, but secretly I love the dark so it will always win

Photo by Zayceva Tatiana