August 6, 2009
She sits quietly
But a raging lion roars ferociously inside her mind
Silent yet deadly
Angry but cool to the touch
Contemplating the world
Relationships
Friendships
Or the Lack Thereof
Alone in her indulgences and yet wanting to be seperated
She sees herself standing there, no more than an arm's length away
Yet she cannot touch
She cannot feel
She just stares
Feeling the turmoil admist the warmth inside her stomach
Cool panes frost over her fingertips as she looks for something substantial
But nothing is there
Telephone picks up the deaf tones of silence on the other end
There is nothing more to say
There way really nothing to begin with
Let go the time that has passed by us
As we standin our own seperate worlds and the ties have been cut
You are not who you think you are
And if you think you are you then you are wrong
You will not read this
Like the unopened newspaper wrapped securely in a red plastic bag
Sitting at the end of a driveway
In the middle of a rainstorm
Wishing for more
Having so much to say
Yet the only time the message is detected is when there is nothing better on TV
The signal is fading
The lion stands raging
Ferocious
Unafraid but careful not to burst
The fear of spilling out and never begin recovered remains in her mind
Let it be
Yet Be - yourself
There is nothing more to say now
Drifting slowly like a sailboat in the middle of calm seas
Your vessel is drifting away and her lure remains within her grasp
There is nothing left to give
Because standing any longer would bring nothing but misery
Unattained fairyales never come true
Listen to the silent rage of the animal within
So thoughtful, strong, powerful, regal and esteemed
Hush now little lion, close your eyes and fall to sleep
Endure the blue eclipse that wishes to cover your entire being with its serenity
Quiet your mind and fall into a tingling sleep
Tomorrow brings a new day
Purged, and uneventful - walk over the bridge
and never, ever look back