Hung out to Dry

I felt your ghostly breath upon my lips, slightly comforting me…Inner peace you speak, yet I feel you helping me?…

I’m in need of peace, my mind keeps yelling at me, or is it mine? The other half screams “Just be and trust me!” Yet it’s so hard to see the you telling me…these pictures are fading from my memories…

Write your own ending of how it should be, and maybe eventually? It is within this eventually that I can’t see, the brightest of light still doesn’t comfort me…keeps shining on however faintly, who am I meant to be?

Along this tightrope from where I walk daily, only to pick myself back up to learn to walk alone? Tablets, scriptures nothing to be seen, nothing speaks to me…only felt, left imagining…so I still scream, silently.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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