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I don't want to feel that way again
To feel the claws of pain sink in my skin
The way it burdens down my back,
whispers in my mind,
I get panic attacks.

The way I see is through a hazy fog
It lingers in my vision
My brain races and I hear fears
monologue

It replays everything, that happened that fateful night
I can't seem to escape
It lingers
Lying in wait
Till I close my eyes and try to sleep tonight

I, I,  I, sometimes lose sleep

Follow the pain,
you'll always find me there.
Silver linings don't seem so bright
when they're blocked by blinding
rain
Bright grey sky is all I see,
though by now I know it's just me
Can't see the hueghs of blue and green
I'll  just go over here, don't want to make a scene.

Sometimes I find a quite place
dragging my fingers over the
scars, the ones that hurt,
still bleed and tend to ache

I need grace when I can't move
But what exactly am I trying to prove?
They say that glitter is gold,
But all I see are wrinkles, making me feel old.
Pull, tighten, inject, erase
Get rid of the old, paint a new face
Somebody tell me, how to walk with grace

When everything in me has fallen apart,
When I have collapsed lungs
and a wounded,
stuttering, still somehow beating heart
It's bleeding, bleeding,
I've got blood on my hands,
From trying to stop the flow
Lord help me now,
I'm drowning in the undertow.
Got that death grip on my skin
Bruises I don't know from where
Tear stains, wrinkles, I don't know where to begin 

  Even though the fire still burns,
I'll rise out of the ashes
Like a phoenix
Like a phoenix
There's another in the fire
I'm not burned anymore

I've got grace and endless
forgiveness,
For all my doubt and sins

And two nail scarred hands that hold me,
making me feel whole again

I don't listen to the liar
when he whispers in my ear
I listen to your word
And your promises
They all say you're  hear
I know you're here
Even though the fire still burns
I'll rise out of the ashes
Like a phoenix
Like a phoenix
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Hear my battle cry
Holy Spirit
Dry my eyes
Bring me up off,
My wounded knees
out of the ashes
Like a phoenix
Like a phoenix


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