Stroll
Taking that stroll through time. Not really the traveling through time more of the rekindling my memories. A small bit of kindness is seated here. The memories blast through the times until they halt at this one door.
A door I locked. I told myself never to look into it again. Burning all the contents just doesn't give them justice. The reminders have to be seen here and there. I actually don't want to harm those memories. Just as some are horrible I still saw the hope in them. In that darkened corner I still felt I could be freed.
A long sigh echoes from deep within my spirit. Sending my eyes to twirl among the burning stars. Oh how I spread my winds in hopes of the world just stops. Just for a few minutes so the real breath can be heard.
The wonder misty moments tread so softly around the breath. The hope that the distraction and disturbance is ever so slight. The eyes glisten as the purity of the sound hits me. The ears burn because the for once hear in the silence. The quake of the spirit soars. Defining who I am today.
No longer wandering. Just absorbed into all that is halted. Just for that taste of one tiny step forward. The whisper I say only cracks the air by small dashes. Longing for their words to explode, downward goes the noise. To the earth, swallows the deafening sound.
To only see the soft, feathery lyrics from my lips. No voice just the written words floating on by. Silently powerful in their meaning. Defining the depth of my joy. They shine brightly. In need of shades to understand me. Indeed I love how they roar and yet they only brush on by, especially those not really listening.
Oh how the mind is good in its memory. The decades of silence. The quake of strength. The gathering courage. For certain I can say I stand taller today. As much as that door is locked, I still have the key. The reminders of how I became this person today, echoes quietly. Vibrating throughout my soul. For certain for some it is no more than the wind whistling by, but for me it is the force of a hurricane. The thrashing of the tornado core.
It is my silence and it can be deafening, but that is only for those who don't know me.
A door I locked. I told myself never to look into it again. Burning all the contents just doesn't give them justice. The reminders have to be seen here and there. I actually don't want to harm those memories. Just as some are horrible I still saw the hope in them. In that darkened corner I still felt I could be freed.
A long sigh echoes from deep within my spirit. Sending my eyes to twirl among the burning stars. Oh how I spread my winds in hopes of the world just stops. Just for a few minutes so the real breath can be heard.
The wonder misty moments tread so softly around the breath. The hope that the distraction and disturbance is ever so slight. The eyes glisten as the purity of the sound hits me. The ears burn because the for once hear in the silence. The quake of the spirit soars. Defining who I am today.
No longer wandering. Just absorbed into all that is halted. Just for that taste of one tiny step forward. The whisper I say only cracks the air by small dashes. Longing for their words to explode, downward goes the noise. To the earth, swallows the deafening sound.
To only see the soft, feathery lyrics from my lips. No voice just the written words floating on by. Silently powerful in their meaning. Defining the depth of my joy. They shine brightly. In need of shades to understand me. Indeed I love how they roar and yet they only brush on by, especially those not really listening.
Oh how the mind is good in its memory. The decades of silence. The quake of strength. The gathering courage. For certain I can say I stand taller today. As much as that door is locked, I still have the key. The reminders of how I became this person today, echoes quietly. Vibrating throughout my soul. For certain for some it is no more than the wind whistling by, but for me it is the force of a hurricane. The thrashing of the tornado core.
It is my silence and it can be deafening, but that is only for those who don't know me.
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