Fallen

Week 1

Confusion swirls around you like a hurricane.

It tears at your roots and bashes you with the debris of your broken heart.

Cuts and bruises, scrapes and rusted armor, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

You can only stumble so far before you’re at the mercy of the storm.  

A fetal position, head between your knees, nothing helps.

Keep going…

It’s hard to do that when you can’t see where you’re going.

You can’t coordinate your body’s motion if you don’t know who you are or where you want to go.

In a big world, it’s easy to feel small, but you’re nonexistent in your own mind.

Fantasies and reality intertwine and whip through your hair and all around.

Reality is just as real as fantasy, but can fantasies be your reality?

It tears you apart that you can never fly, but it kills you when you know it good and well.

Demons can laugh good and loud, but in the end they can’t die.

Glowing eyes narrow in the dark and focus on your battered face.

There is no eye of the storm, no break in the dark clouds.

Just confusion, swirling and churning, that can cut to the core.

If everything you said was tattooed on your skin, would you be more careful of what you’d say?

If words were water, would you create the four oceans and the seven seas?

Echoes of words forgotten are quieter than the words never said.

Forgive, but they never forget.

Or so they say.

Cutting deeper than knives and able to rob you of how you once felt.

The pen is mightier than the sword, but little do they know that words are a double-ended daggers.

Words can affect both parties, no matter who spewed them.

If your words were broadcasted, would you appear to say them yourself?

If no one will ever hear your words, why do you continue to scream them?

They just bounce off the echoes of your cave, tattooed on your skin, and bubbling in your throat.

Slowly drowning out…

  

  Fates intertwine, but they can also tangle and tie knots, while abandoning loose ends.

Eventually, it’s clipped altogether.

Are bonds really meaningful anymore or are they just a false promise for ulterior motives?

The lessons we learn from the bonds we make shape our todays and tomorrows, whether it’s learning to let go or how to open up again.

We can also learn lessons from the bonds we clip, but are they always worth clipping?

You can burn all of your bridges and try to swim towards the illusion of salvation, but your demons can swim too.

Whether they drown as easily is always a question, but it’s harder to fight the war when you’re a one man army fighting your own battles.

Will you put aside your pride and turn to a friendly face in your darkest hours?