It’s Here

Maybe it’s not a dark tunnel,

Maybe it’s not a dark tunnel, maybe it’s simply the shutters over my eyes.

That maybe it is

That maybe it is the circling of doubt

That maybe it is the circling of doubt that keeps me from knowing my rise.

A rise out of perils of insecurity and hate.

A rise to a light that my soul can create.

In the abyss of darkness,

can I find a means to escape.

Or should I wallow in the trenches of fear

simply because Or should I wallow in the trenches of fear

simply because it masks Or should I wallow in the trenches of fear

simply because it masks the Or should I wallow in the trenches of fear

Real

Real Assumptions

Real Assumptions People

Real Assumptions People Envy

A current of unending thoughts that negates what roams through your mind.

It takes

It takes and takes

It takes and takes and takes

It takes and takes and takes and takes

the hope you dare to find.

After the moments that made me fear,

It is up to me,

It is up to me, to know love is here.

It is up to me to hold life;

It is up to me to hold life; feel clear.

It is up to me to hold life;

It is up to me to hold life; it’s here

...and not in those moments.