it's all too much.
so much stress and pain, boiled over into anger, spilling all over the cold tile floor.
i am here, gently resting on the floor, drowning in anger and hatred.
just waiting to be free.
but most days i just sit there and cry because i don't know what else to do.
silently swimming in the tears that fall from my rusted eyes;
aching to get up and run, and jump, and fly into the endless sky.
to soar with the birds, and sing to the stars.
but i am here.
weighed down by the chains that cling to my limbs,
weighed down by the chains that cling to my limbs,
and secure me to the floor.
i am weak.
let's be weak together.
ReplyDelete:'( hugs.
If we're forming a weak-club, I'm afraid I must raiase my hand for membership as well. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteSomeday those chains must fall away; I pray it happens soon. Till then, keep your heart facing the sky: watch the birds, watch the stars. They're closer than you think.