Mid Flight Fear, loathing, they creep up on me again. Never satisfied with whom I’m becoming, continuously scanning the horizon and waiting. I wait for something unknown, something that may not even exist. A monster inside, I beat myself up constantly, never allowing forgiveness in. Being kind to me is a foreign concept. I have come so far, yet often lose sight of my blessings. Cannot find an escape button, hating how reality reduces me to flames. Always I’m falling in mid flight. Hungry for true love, the quest for its existence rages on inside of me. Incapable of accepting what I’ve become, energy required to change depleted from my broken body. In a nightmare slumber, I’m scared to awaken. What “should have been” should be replaced with peace? This bipolar woman needs to rise and resurrect. Time is slipping faster and faster. Lost in the universe atmosphere, I can’t find light to guide me home. Still partial to the darkness, it’s all I’ve ever known. Making the simple complicated, I deny living up to my fullest potential. Never allowing a chance to truly shine, I fail in every scenario my sick mind can muster. ~MLG/Mistress
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 16:07:33 +0000
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