• You once gave me wings to fly
    How quick were you to tear them off
    Now I sit in the shadows
    Trying hard to grow my own pair
    Listening to the silent beat of my aching heart
    Grow faster and faster with each breath
    The pain of the all the wasted years screaming in these ears

    Stop.

    He said

    Slowly breathe in
    Out
    Let it wash over you
    Like a million pieces of splintered glass
    Showering over you in all its beauty---
    All it’s pain, feel it?

    Or is it only your pain that you feel?
    A mixture of the two—
    One more beautiful than the other
    Cascading like crimson rain
    Down the shadow of your doubt
    Into the murky abyss of a puddle of muddle

    Stop.

    He said

    Let it sink in—
    Filling up every pore
    With dramatic memories
    Of cloudy water

    Stop.

    Just.

    Stop.