They say what goes up must come down. I’ve reached the high-point now the downslope’s a fast descent. I’ve lost my footing. When life meets Everest,
Kilimanjaro: the fall’s a problem.
The flaws in us all are paper balls thrown recklessly toward tin cans. It’s that Rembrandt I brush with
carelessly neglecting the hotspots in my dry mouth: when once I thought my life had stopped. No not stopped Its just been put on hold.
I’m winded, feeling empty.
Holding back years of tears; once again.
I fear everything falling apart from the root of it all. The seams gone. Its like my conscious is gone?
I’ve grown tired of aches and pain
The ringing in my ears leaves my soul screaming from the inside out; and when doubt crosses back like a lash from the whip; I go limp; I loose feeling
Your hold over me has taken its toll it’s grown old. I grow cold, when paresthesia sets in; loose focus and crumble beneath the rubble; but not this time. No
The constant condemnation of my ways have changed me in ways I’ve dreamt of. These frail bones have calcified to solidify the foundation that I made for myself. I’m impatient. Pacing I’m waiting for the day when we can sever the ties. Ive felt hate and anger each day when I think of the end;
but life goes on. Its harder to love. So when the ropes gone, not a ledge to cling to. I move on, my souls free to soar. To the heaven that made you.
I know the stakes are high, but I am alive for the sunrise. I’m living For me