To the Shattered Dreams of My Youth

Alive

Red boned epoch, floating in a pool of loneliness

Broken little thing, oh how you crave to grow your wings

Crazed desperate being, oh how you lust over the light of this never-ending tunnel

Drinking metallic wine from empty funnels.

The wonders of your being,

What stories do your scars tell?

Were you not heard when you screamed and cried for help?

And what else, what would stars mutter if they could speak?

Do the clouds mourn over your pain, do they cry with you?

I know that you hate the shapes of your skin suit,

Get lost in the complexities of everything about you and can do nothing but witness the uglies of your idiosyncrasy.

Will you acquiesce to the dark?

Because it seems as though everywhere you run the dark follows you.

The sun has become an eclipse,

And it seems that everything we perceive as good, everything that keeps you here

Is so fucking transient.

You take up so much space in your mind

And watch the stars fall

As your galaxies pull you apart

And as the universe crawls in on you

Something calls you home.

You, young soldier with the complex of a saviour, you have endured enough

But not enough to understand the only one you need to save is yourself.

This multifaceted reality we reside in

Is nothing yet a ripple in an ocean

Your suffering is but a fragment of the endless being that you are

Do you understand that the moment you that were broken you were healing?

But you cannot heal on your own, we are connected by this piece of endless string.

The world might be all shades of grey, but your pain is not decay. It is the physical embodiment of life. And you my dear, are alive.

Your past does not define you, nor should it define how you perceive the world.

The key is you.

Sail the ocean that is your essence, explore the islands that map your soul,

Your future is ball of light, the truth lies in how tight you grasp it.

Don't let your last lick, your last flicker be the last,

From the day I felt I wasn't fast enough,

To the day we all realised that lust isn't love.

You my light, are a star

And stars do not just flicker,

They burn.

And you my dear, are a light.

You my dear, twinkle like the stars in your eyes.

You my dear, will look into the abyss and rise.

You my dear, will realise that you are alive.

And you will rise,

You will rise,

You will rise-

Because you are worthy.

Worthy of love,

Worthy of healing and not demise.

You are kind and not nice,

There is no antidote to pain-

As long as you embrace the smell of petrichor and not the rain.

Punishment and discipline are not the same,

You do not have to hurt to heal,

And on the day you look onto Zion's hill,

You'll realise that it was all worth it.

That you are worthy of your suffering,

And that the grave does not defy you,

You defy it.

Because you my dear, are alive.