Break Away (by the Dreamer)
Sometimes we need
to dive into ourselves.
Envelope ourselves
with sorrow.
As our head
hits table.
Embrace ourselves
as the tears start to emerge.
Each pearl
cascading through our souls.
Crashes down to the floor
as we get cut by one million shards of glass.
And when the cuts
are fresh and new.
They hurt
with the mass of thought.
Yet as they heal
into themselves.
The soul is lighter
stronger.
And when the cuts
are but scars of the surface.
Our head is picked up
and our heart is free.
A smile appears
ridding the scars.
Our head is up high
Our heart is free.
Free.
2 comments:
Oh, wow. That's kinda exactly what I needed to hear. It was absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Sara.
:)
Oh, thank you Carmela!
I'm glad it helped :)
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