This is dedicated to those stuck in their own labyrinth. You can make it out, you are not alone. You have the strength to rise up and grow your wings and fly. I believe in you. :)
I have no one to blame,
But my own hands for this.
This labyrinth in labyrinth in labyrinth
Of cold burning flames.
I drown and drown,
In hopes of loosing my own scars.
But my heart keeps beating,
And my blood keeps spilling.
But there's nowhere else to go,
In this labyrinth in labyrinth in labyrinth,
Created by my own hands,
To forever face my disgusting thoughts.
I climb, I run, I sink, I wail,
In hopes of seeking the help I need.
Ignoring the fact that I've been looking for me,
That I'm alone forever because of my own will.
But ignorance is bliss,
And I cherish my labyrinth in labyrinth in labyrinth,
Believing the nonsensical meaning of escape.
That I shall become my labyrinth in labyrinth in labyrinth.
Because life is pure and blissful pain.
I deny my labyrinth, I deny my existence.
I deny everything from oblivion to life.
I deny my own soul because my labyrinth is me.
Deny the escape.
Deny my existence.
Deny my thoughts.
Deny the angels that await my freedom.
But then, looking at my own fragile hands,
At my own beating heart,
At my own burning lungs,
At my labyrinth in labyrinth in labyrinth.
My heart is still beating.
And my blood is still spilling.
But my labyrinth in labyrinth in labyrinth is still here,
And I'm still alive - but for what?
Then I remembered to look up,
At the angels awaiting.
"Stop denying it is there."
"Stop denying you are there."
"Stop denying you can make it."
"Stop denying you are alone."
And then I stopped.
And I took the labyrinth down
In the labyrinth in the labyrinth in the labyrinth in the labyrinth in the labyrinth!
No I won't escape this.
I will cherish your existence.
And I will rise above you,
And I will destroy your crooked chains.
I will not deny your life any longer.
You are alive labyrinth, my forever shadow.
And as long as my heart beats,
And my blood keeps spilling,
I will no longer deny you,
I will never be your shadow.
You will be mine.
And I will have walked past you into the sun.
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Author's Note:
I know, this was supposed to be completed, but hey, check out
2017 top 50 : building relationships by vulnerably becoming labyrinth escapers
Please do come and support this! :)
"Are you vulnerable enough to get down and support real issues? This year a lot of people both male and female have been shining light on and supporting mental health issues; serious issues that have always been overlooked. We're looking for the top 50 ways society has grown this year in placing importance on these issues. That's the first part, the first labyrinth. The second part is we're asking everyone to join in the writing fun, writing your way out of your labyrinth. It can be as short as 150 words and as long as 1500 words (or longer if you want!), just be vulnerable enough to answer this year's question:" What is your labyrinth and how will you escape it?" More info about this whole thing and how it came about inside. Open participation!"
Now the thing is, many people are suffering, and I know that many of us, deny it, and we don't want to seek help, and feel like we are weak, and I won't go on, but please support this and remember that you are strong. You will make it through your labyrinth. You can rise up. You can find your way out and become stronger than ever. You don't need wings to fly, you don't need eyes to see, ears to listen, you don't need light to help guide you because you already have it within you.
You are amazing.
I believe in you.
We believe in you. Many of us around the world support you.
You're not alone. :)
Keep Loving! ~
And, last but not least...
~You are amazing.
~You are awesome - because you are reading this, kidding, you are still awesome.
~You are phenomenal.
You are amazing in more than a million different ways.
~ Winter :D
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