Monday, February 3, 2014

The cycle of night

We stay up cringing in our hearts over the sorrows and joys we're afraid to feel in the light. We go to bed trying to bury our fears in the night. The voiceless whisper and scream in our ears, finding their sound in the silence. 

Despite shattered hearts, why is it so easy feel? why isn't it simple for those same shards to heal?

Lost in a void of our own creation,
Trying to shove it in a box
and live

Everyday, Learning to be,
Not quite existing for others, learning to say "I love me"

Why do we struggle, insecurities flying,
Happiness, half strangled by our own reluctance, is dying.

Leap off the box of doubts, shine light on the shadows; we can be more than our nightmares predict.

So we sleep, to awaken back into the cycle again.