Random heated thoughts
Trying to get me through the day.
Sometimes I'm deep,
in kaleidoscope colors.
I will survive, and I'll stay,
through this BS, mind-play.
Willing to suffer,
To beautifully thrive.
I'm here to own it,
Much More than survive
Know who you are ,
Rest assured, when you're not.
My heart's here to say:
Whatever's wrong,
is leave-able!
Never settle,
No more empty days.
You can't find that star,
where your wish comes true,
Remember every wrong turn,
might lead you to truth.
Can't fly through this fire,
I stoke, and I turn.
Can't rise from the ashes,
Until you've bathed in the burn.
Cautious steps, and words well-read,
Result in private, lessons learned.
Let the actions, especially fearful,
Bring up emotion, but tuck in the tearful.
Once, thought tolerable..
I saw, cried, fake-smiled
Some semblance of soul-insurance,
Don't worry, I'll vouch; I know you, my child.
We'll grow through:
I'd carry you.
Then, I'll need firm feet,
And complete, heartfelt belief.
That these feelings are the only things,
A heart needs, to be certain of me.
We only have one heart;
Gladly give pieces, to the ones who are lost:
You don't need me to pick one part.
I'd gladly give my whole pulse,
If you need it,
I fear nothing, no cost.
.... I'll be your favorite ghost.
Please never offer love,
Just, In pity of me.
I will always be fine.
I fly...into the invisible.
Uncontainable, me.
I'd die to save anyone,
Whatever the price.
As long as I die helping,
My character evolves,
and I made a difference,
damn I hope so!...better be right.
... (what can I say, it's a good way to go 😶)
Every life is worth sacrifice. I hope, or I know.
Know it, and a soul's eyes waves to say, goodbye.
Basking in the warmth, Chills of guilt,
Soulful yielding, but long hollow eyes.
Darkening, shadows of the breezes,
I'm not cold, but my shattered soul freezes.
Realize, in my mind,
Moment, In this time,
As the hourglass maps our live's ride,
Our dreams...thank heaven, they let us fly.🚀
Soaring, thank God, away from our sins
Offering Chances to live in grace,
Forever, ......still, or again.
Can't imagine hope, without death,
Can't believe in talks of success, without stress.
I was meant to live
At least through today.
Nothing makes the loss better,
Eternal debt; I repaid.
....No sacrifice is deeper,
Not today, or in the end.
No cries, more sincerely wept,
Than aa a sinner whose your friend.
Turn around the bend,
Why has the darkness crept?
Back to the martyr-liar,
With promises, barely kept.
I am she, he is he.
We are the 'we', for which the universe wept.
Glad I've got the secret, the universe and I, kept.
🍀romeos_loss🍀
YOU ARE READING
Fly Through The Fire
PoetryBrief bit of poetry. Failure, and gain. Not enough for a novel, but enough for a frame. Feel alone? You are. No worries...Me too. Perhaps I'll strike the match... Torch the light, within you.
