Night of laments
So why do I see the stars?
For every mistake, a choice I made
Night so contoured
Why do I sense hope?
The haze, slowly fading into the horizon
Night, of…restoration
Certainly must be
Regrets are in the distant
dark
Doubt
Babies, pure till they meet the world
But what is and isn’t doubt, before it’s stripped ?
We only then will know
When the medium that bears it
Is cast away
Drumroll, drumroll please…
I give you, present to you, the benefit of doubt
Let the innocence of the white snow
Make all seem without flaw
Let their footsteps
Reveal a sense of direction
But in reality
There is a story to every footstep
There is no doubt, but this, you do not see
Till the snow melts away
Till the footsteps no longer tread one way
Till the footsteps of a stripped innocence
Come knocking at your door
In an unexpected cold winter
To serve you back
Leaving no doubt, whatsoever
Beauty in the dark
Break Free
Behind closed doors
I embrace the darkness
Reclaiming my wings, so I can soar
Home in a hell, I fight the madness
My secret to how I escape it all.
Rubbishing thoughts of pills and knives,
I paint out the dark, in hope’s hues
Suddenly my prison, unwalled, I arise
The voices, they quieten down bemused
Pain and hurt, I have fought in disguise.
The panic and fear, I control
Seeking the blank space in scribbled chaos
Ignoring shortcuts lest I lose my soul.
I patiently await when this will pay off,
Soon I will be out of the rabbit hole
Happy yourself, lost one, it shall be well
Break free, you can, from this imaginary cell
Close your eyes, Stand up to shadows
Fight out the lies, soon you’ll gracefully tread meadows
I shut my eyes, and find my space,
Where all I fear, I face with might!
I rise like an eagle, victorious from the haze
Breaking free, soaring up high as a kite.
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