Alchemy

If Frida said to be with someone who looks at you like you're magic, then it's time to start with the smoke and mirrors. It's not deception if you both believe it, and I've been believing for years.

I have felt them come and go, and I watch the lives they have respectively started. Rings, new life, new seas. You would think it would hurt, but it's mostly just relief. I don't want to wear the scars of guilt. I don't want to be the reason. Only two more scars left on my body that need to heal. The very first two. So don't buy that wives tale that states time heals all wounds.

Chainmail

The King turned into the fool, and they pointed their fingers and laughed. Their hands are porcelain white showing their privileged lives. The fool cried out to those who were once his subjects. He closed his eyes, and tried to wake up from the dream but it's not working this time. A royal robed in rat's filth, swearing our eyes are deceptive. But what the fool doesn't realize, is when you feel safe in your skin, not even the sharpest sword can pierce your armour.


So I'll let you take that stab you've been waiting for.

No, no, this won't be a sad song.

We are beings of logic. We need reasons, explanations, and understanding of the things we experience. We want tangibility.


We fear the abstract.


People are looking for an explanation that will fit neatly inside a box. They want me to wrap it up, package it, and tie it with a bow. Telling them that it just didn't feel right isn't satisfactory, but it's simply all I can give.


I never did like playing by the rules, anyway.

Famous last words.

"If there is one thing I know for certain, it's that I absolutely cannot live without you."

Pandora

So like the story goes, at the bottom of the box of all the bad things...there was hope. Without it we would not have the strength to fight. We could not conquer sickness, hardships, heartaches, losses, or our fears if we didn't have that 4 letter word. Something that is meant as a punishment or sorrow can actually be a way to remind us that hope was placed in that box, too.


There is light up ahead, and I don't have to run to it. Walking will get me there just fine. And I'll be able to smell the lilacs.

Bad seed.

Every apple tree has a bad one. Smooth on the outside, but get to the core and it's rotting.

Falling apart from the inside out. You won't see it until you break its skin. 

Together

I've got all my books lined up in a row. Hard covered, clean spine, alphabetized. I always have my bed made. The throw blanket at the end has been flattened. I've got the dishes done, and the plants have all been watered. Every antique find has been meticulously placed in a casual way. There is symmetry, balance, and all the right things in all the right places. I've got all these nice artifacts I've spent all this nice money on. If you would look at me you would think this girl has got it all together.

Casualty

If they say words are like knives, mine are like grenades.


The damage is away from me but the syllables fly back like shrapnel. I put up my shied and duck down. The scratches are only superficial, but I've always been a slow healer. Don't believe it? Take a look at my knee.