Wander around.
Lose your way until you can't be found.
Under a magnificent midnight sky,
Under a tree you will sit.
On the fresh grass you will lie.
A world full of shades of black and grey.
A silent world. No noise, no sound.
Only your thoughts, moving around,
Will cherish your scars and wounds.
Will they be forgotten ? Healed by the purity of the lonely moan ?
Or will they bleed again ? Bringing back Shattered flesh, Broken bones.
Cut wrists, and an empty heart full of darkened holes ?
Your mind walks, runs, flies,
Between your doubts, pains and lies.
It looks for a strong branch to hold on to.
It finds one. But what would you do,
If the branch herself throws you away, all of a sudden ?
Then you only have yourself to hold on to,
Yourself to learn how to fly.
To make your dreams come true,
Yourself, to scare away all your inner demons.
So to yourself you will be true.
19 / 04 / 2018
Emy Greater
