Under control, freedom at hold, listening alone.
Afraid of silence & solitude.
Shoveled out my insides and left me hollow.
I'm choking & I can't swallow.
Fingertips pulling on the edges of tomorrow.
Dropping the anchor into the waves.
The rain hides the storms eyes.
Clouds over the skies shining face.
Water dropping upon my tongue with a bitter taste.
With one step you're standing in the fog, pouring rain.
Glass ladders that shatter with a touch.
Reflections of a broken dream in every shard.
Going so far but not knowing where you are.
Matter and sound, lost then found, up then down.
The world in a cycle spinning around & around.
Some things too plain, reflections always seem to change.
Mistakes, dreams, lessons, thoughts, desires.
Any glimpse of pain.
A helping hand to raise the bar higher.
Memories your own.
Learning when to let go.
Decisions of your own.
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