it’s hard. i’m tired
sick of pretending like
i’m strong enough to ride this wave.
some nights i cry more than once; doubts
rocking me to sleep like the
sound of troubled waters. to hang
on to a gleam of hope is
not for the weak…
i won’t give up…his joy
will be my strength
Inspiration; No one can steal our joy – Tenth Avenue North
We’re not like the moon, that hovers, forever giving moonlight
We’re not like the sun, that burns bright forever sustaining life
We’re not like gravity, that will pull everything down, until the end of the end
But we’re creators, we become whatever we choose
This is our gift.
we’re black and white, young and old. we’re miles apart, the wait…our enemy. imperfect, yet we’re the envy of gods. we’re paradise, madness, summer. we’re the pure making of the universe; wonder, magic. we’re fireflies; creating a journey of chance, risk, desire. deep down we know we have found it; your sunshine, my happiness. i miss you and the tears still slip like water through my fingers. thinking on the beauty our lives display, i’m holding on to the hope in your eyes, my gut. i won’t let you go.
The higher I fly the longer I’ll fall
The wings I was given have turned to dust
The truth I believed in is dangling on a thin rope
The message in a bottle was lost at sea
The tears have become the rain that quench my thirsty heart
The days have kissed the nights and the sun has said it’s goodbyes
But I’m holding on to the rainbow
Are you my rainbow?
Picture; Blue clementine art
What’s on your mind right now?
What battles are you fighting and losing fast?
What smoke is burning your eyes as we speak?
Are the tears in free fall when night comes?
Do you still wish for the good old days?
Do you have regrets?
It’s okay, just breathe…because
All we have is right now.
Picture; Rozendal farm
Paint the world on my canvas
Maybe the warm colors will make it a better place
Cast the net upon the waters
Maybe we’d find food for our soul space
Show me what dreams are made of
Maybe I’ll see the future, gaining clarity in this fog
Tell the truth and not a lie, free the dove
Maybe I’ll wake up and feel agog
I found a path, it was dark, so uncertain
I didn’t know where it would lead me
I felt the fear it was yellow
Subtly reducing me to a corner
But I had this hope
I had this spark
I knew I had to make a choice and I made it
And so I stood on my own two feet and walked
Inspiration; Tenth Avenue North- I have this hope