Why hold me just to release me
Just as I’m about to learn to swim
Allowing me to drown for a moment
In hope that I will win
This battle we created for survival
But makes no sense at heart
The children left drowning
Emotionally torn apart
And all our lives we seek to find
The one who helps us swim
Seeking guidance from untouchables
Instead of searching within
Until we find our own strength
A fire bright inside
Breathing deep and standing firm
Holding that child who cried
Tag: Anxiety
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Gazing at the ripples their minds start to ponder
Tracing the current their fingers begin to wander
Towards each other from a few centimetres away
The first touch electric for a moment they stay
Feeling the wave flow up their arms
Roll up their neck and back down to their palms
Fingertips interlocking bringing it in
Breathing getting deeper the tides coming in
Knuckles side by side they look to the sky
Not dare to turn look the other in the eye
Clasping getting closer hands off the floor
Palms now touching fingers wrapped even more
Somehow a tightness has begun to be formed
These hands are solid they can withstand a storm
They sit for a while quiet and still
Emotion overflowing the silence at will
The bellowing hurricane feelings invoke
Soothed by the water medicated by the folk
At last a head turns to see
But the hand is swiftly retrieved
Both turn back to the water
In their own space, no further
As they watch the ripples glide the surface -
You told me to find a guy who would treat me good
You told me to stop chasing the pretty boys
The universe heard us and cast her spell
And today we met at a drinking well.
She aligned so much in both our hearts
Our dreams our hurt our disregards
Pure of blood, kind of heart
And yet I feel torn apart
I feel like I’m settling
I feel somewhere there’s more
How selfish can I be, to turn down this score
Highest ranking compatibity in both our signs
But the fire? The fire?
He’ll look after me
The fire?
Do I turn and walk away in search for flames?
Or do I hold his hand and agree to stay?
The fire! The… fire…. Do I… stay? -
Comfort is a thousand miles from what we’re meant to be
Teeter on the edge of severe anxiety
Fingertips along the edge of the cliff face
Reminding us of the space in which we need to pace
Only when we face ourselves can we truly know
Who we are and the way we need to truly grow
Interactions will be paper thin until we find
The depth beyond our own ego, the pulp within our mind
And trust when we sort ourselves,
love with all our heart
Love will come in all the ways
Fulfill our soul, love smart.
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