Better to be a raising
racing heartbeat
than a floating flat line,
chasing the chance of a lifetime.
The hope of a lifeline.
Crying in the still atmosphere.
A silent prayer won't reach clouded ears
and a solemn tear held in deep
won’t touch a foggy heart.
Let it scream.
then together
we can weep,
and start to rebuild
any damage done.
Let your words ring
in harmony
with the stars.
They burn for us,
they know of pain.
Let them sing
their silent refrains,
to ease our own
stinging rains
when life is a flood
and it is surging our drains.
Let go.
Don’t hold
tightly to hurt.
Let your words flow.
Fearing those dreams
that visit nightly
won't make
them any less frightening.
So, face them
they may
prove to be enlightening.
Stop clinging
on to a still life,
a lie told
to keep you
marching in time.
Paint some
emotion
into the lines,
ride the motion
of those times,
and find a place
that's sat a little
closer to fine.
Thanks for reading
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