Animalcule

These hands were meant for clasping, Free from prejudice' voice so rasping. Tightly with another's; A friend or maybe lover's, Fingers intertwined; Body soul and mind. These hands were made to be painted By an artist's mind untainted By the voices all around Calling her unsound. Beating down her will, To fight the role that she must fill. These hands were meant for drying Her child's face that has been crying. She cannot comprehend Why their war will never end. Taking lives but leaving hearts Brutally mamed and torn apart. These hands were meant for breaking The hold her shackled life is taking. Too young to be on the str

If we don't spend life truly loving it Are we really living life at all?

There is so much I want to say But so much I just can't do, Trapped - I fight beneath the sand Almost as if I knew This wretched day was going to come Where I am slowly swallowed whole, It eats my insides and my flesh But leaves my broken soul. Never can I drop my guard 'Cause then the world would see, Shards of mask falling to the ground And the hero born inside of me. Too good to be a failure 'Tis the beholder with the eye, We shouldn't let imperfections Steal the stars out of the sky!

Quiet as she keeps herself Bright she doth remain, Her passion leaks out through the seams Withstanding no restrain. When she smiles or laughs out loud All witnesses will agree: That moment of unmirrored ease Has no parallel, you see. She does not hold herself up high Her head is bowed down low, Never did you see a gentler soul Possessing such a glow! No tribute could ever monument All she brings into my life, Not even the trillion twinkling stars That blanket the sky at night.

Looking up at a world that stares down at me With eyes of fire, they never will see. Crumpled and scarred, both inside and out Not wanting to cry, but wanting to shout To a world so cruel, "Have what you will! A laugh! A sight!", but mocking me still You steal my life, all in good fun You chase me down, though I may run. Inescapable is this ball and chain The shallow source of all my pain. I grow so tired of trying to fight The surrender of love to the power of sight. Doomed to wander this Earth alone A fate so sealed by hearts of stone. Though a small light shines from deep within A saving grace, in a world so dim. A Saviour