My Own Queen

I'm not doing this anymore
I won't let myself play the victim
Even if it's in my own unrealistic reality.

I've grown too strong
To fall into this patterned
My own hearts prices sewn up with realistic dreams.

Why I want to fall into the arms of another
Is human but a broken cycle I cannot condone
I won't be a pawn when I can be a queen.

I'm not doing this anymore
Reality has to be where I live
Even as my heart bleeds I know I can keep the pieces together now.

I am my own queen
Strong, even if I am still slightly broken
I will rule my heart soul and world.

The season of joy and laughter

The season of joy and laughter
brings only dark thoughts
of passed by dreams
and broken sobs

In the dark tear spill down
like the drop of rain on a window
sliding to make a
reflective path

So much loss with such joyous gain
memories floating by
like broken promises shredded part
righteous anger burning low
a guttering candle flame

A burden to hard to carry

A love to hard to hold

A hatred to tired to burn

In this season of joy and laughter
my heart is letting going
tears slide down leaving reflective paths
of stories long ago
and not forgotten
but finally
forgiven.