Guide

Sick to my stomach,
I see the drive, the motivation, the endless potential.
Stopped.
Reminded that only you control your destiny and stars.
Stopped.
But for some reason I must push and help, but am I helping if I dont make you advocate for yourself?
Stuck.
I know what I should do.
My heart and emotions toy with my soul and what is right.
So I will guide you,
Through good and / or bad.

And I Weep

Body shaking,
Tears rolling down my olive cheeks.
Soul clenching,
Stomach turning.

That which grace my ears,
That which my eyes see,
Leave me heartbroken,
Soul shattered.

Why is our would filled with the deepest hate,
The deepest fear of maybe someday trying to understand what is different?

Words,
Slurs,
And fists pounding on those that already hurt.
Why?

Is it because you are hurt too?

So instead of raging,
And trying to rearrange what we cannot change,
Why not try to accept?
To love?
To simply honor...

Let go.
But for tonight, and who knows how long...
I weep.

Surface

My soul creeped to the surface,
Shallow surface,
No harm,
It's just another shot in the dark
Until I surface once again.
Falling off, get back up,
Step back in,
To myself.

Chained by Waves

Trying to breathe,
Heavy weight suppresses my energy.
I toss, turn and try to rip these chains off of me.

Eyes heavy, soul weak.
It happens,
Every so often in this dry summer heat.

But challenges I'll face,
And overcome.
Stronger, than that of the broken will.

Watch me trudge through the sea,
As waves try to swallow me.