Haunting
“It’s not your fault.”
Fear
Guilt
“It’s not your fault.”
Shame
Pain
“It’s not your fault.”
Denial
Delusion
“It’s not your fault.”
Pleading
Screaming
“It’s not your fault.”
Deafening
Sickening
“It’s not your fault.”
Numb
Empty
“It’s not your fault.”
But it is
Healing
I sink lower
and
lower
The sand in my head
Pulls me in
Each grain is coarse
It reaches all of me
Scratching me
I lean into the discomfort
I deserve it
I fall
deeper
Letting the sand
s e t t l e
When I emerge
Soft and smooth
Refreshed
The coarse sand is washed away
with the
waves
Hoping
I am left with reckless desire
It threatens to break me
A waning wish, ever so dire
I give in, letting it take me higher
Hoping to find you, hoping to see
I am left with reckless desire
Red gleams in the flames of the fire
I remember your wish to stay, your quiet plea
A waning wish, ever so dire
I see the ripped fabric on the barbed wire
My regret is crushing; I did not foresee
I am left with reckless desire
You’re gone and there’s no rectifier
My heart pleads but there’s no guarantee
A waning wish, ever so dire
I see the tears; you’re not the only crier
The waves crash on the sand of the sea
I am left with reckless desire
A waning wish, ever so dire
Heaven
The light shines, glistens on the pond
The green so sweet; I’ve grown so fond
A bird chirps and sings her melody
A dream so near, an approaching remedy
The sky so bright, a sacred bond
A fear so big for what’s beyond
I don’t want to leave, to end this song
Nature floats, a sight so heavenly
The light shines, glistens on the pond
Mother calls, waves her heavy wand
A change too big, my future pawned
Here I want to be so desperately
Taken too soon, rooted in tragedy
I promise to return, to correspond
The light shines, glistens on the pond
Faking It Made 