Scribbled

Scribbled on for hours…

Noises in my head now began to make me cower

There were silences inside me, yet to explore,

Sleepless days and nights and not a brow.

Too often the only escape is sleep,

When the cuts are too deep.

Locked from the light,

Fixeth a solitary lamp, to brave the night.

Something's are just left unsaid,

like stories resting on nightstand

Waiting to be held again…

But I will always remember the scars of my heart,

In the ridges of my bones,

Etched deep into my soul…

But I am still on this journey

Surviving and fighting with being sad and merry.

When choices seem very difficult to make,

We can stop and put on our brakes…

With the thoughts in the narrow cage,

Can seldom see through the bar of rage.

Standing on the grave of dreams,

Shadow shouts on a nightmare scream.

Back from the black of abyss and despair,

It is time to move on, it’s time to care…