Inescapable

The inescapable feeling
when all the words you’re saying
have been spoken before
but somehow you can’t stop
To keep them in is torture,
holding back is madness,
but repetition is just as maddening
In a world where originality
means as much as authenticity
and all I’m trying to do
is be who I’m meant to be
but no one wants to hear it
as it spills from me
like a volcanic font,
covering everything
in the same old sentiment
Nothing new under the sun, indeed

A Little Light

All I needed was a little light
to fall into my life
Something to build upon
and reflect back unto someone
But I’ve been burned so hard
by the fury of the sun
that I can’t bear to approach
anything that shines
For the dark surroundings
strike deeper than than the surface
The scarred and breaking skin
hides what lies below
and now I am afraid
to struggle to escape this
knowing that when someone else
would turn their light away
I’d likely fall into this crevice
and drown in what I struggle
to escape

Some Days

Some days the head is heavy
and sometimes the shoulders sag
The back isn’t always sturdy
The knees and ankles can give
You’ll find a way to lift the weight
to carry on and face the day
to live and love and face the fight
The struggle’s very real
but so is the reward
and you’ll get there in the end
as long as you keep moving
no matter what it takes