questions to ask yourself when you are tired of running in circles
do you have someone to call at 3am - when it feels like your whole world is falling apart?
when the silence is too loud and opening your eyes doesn’t end the nightmares
when there are too many unanswered questions
and thinking out loud is the only way to untangle memories
that stained your teeth because you thought swallowing them would
somehow stop the bleeding
only now every time you try to smile nothing
but the hurt shines through
and all you learned is that you’re only beautiful when you’re covered in scars
because the world needs everything to be imperfect
to condone caring about it
will you actually call them?
and when you do will you dance around the secrets that gnaw at your insides
trying to escape into the light –
where maybe they won’t seem quite as monstrous
as they feel when they’re locked up inside you –
and maybe a problem shared becomes a solution
when you let someone else shine a light on it
but you never really learned how to put words to it
and the weight of the burden you’re breaking under is
far too heavy for somebody else’s shoulders
and you’ve always been too proud to accept the hands
that have offered to help bear the load
but maybe leaving pieces of it buried behind you
under the glass you crawled over to get here
will let the broken bones heal
and maybe you’ll figure out how to do that someday
when you think of love does it feel like healing or hurt?
you always say nothing is ever easy and
nothing is ever free
and the stitches that wind their way through your heart
are proof enough of that – so why bother to think about
love when all it’s ever been is hurt
but remind yourself that for every one that broke you
there was another there to help patch you up
with golden needle and spider-web silk
marking your heart with soft glows
instead of hard blows
because fists and cigarette burns leave nothing but cold
and you never knew how to keep yourself warm without
someone else setting you on fire first
are you happy – right now, in this moment, in this exact version of yourself?
Knowing the answer to that question is next to impossible
but you are not who you used to think you are –
who you thought you were supposed to be
but what is happiness anyway
and how are you supposed to decide if this is it
if smiles are only used to mask the pain
and laughter hides all the things you can’t say out loud
but maybe that’s just what happiness looks like
is there a single thing you would change about who you are right now?
you let someone else dictate who and what you should be
and you never questioned why you let their standards erase your own-
and now you’ve gone and exhausted yourself chasing the myth of ‘enough’
without ever stopping to look in the mirror and realising
that you have always been enough-
because when you stand still your soul
shines bright on kindnesses you planted in soil
everyone said would never nourish
but you'll keep running
never looking back
and you'll never run far enough –
see they lied when they told you that stopping is failing
and you tied those words around your neck
never wondering why you chose to wear the noose
do you know how to?
there's never been a single thing you couldn't do
when you put your mind to it –
except being soft and kind to yourself-
and you can't remember a time when it wasn't you against the world
alone and lost and hopeless and helpless
so you learned the only thing darkness and demons can ever teach:
to build impenetrable walls that only ever locked you in
to arm yourself for battles that you will on ever fight against yourself
to hurt them before they tear open old wounds and new
and through all of this you will snuff out anything that could begin to resemble hope
but there’s always that one stubborn star that refuses to stop glowing
even after it has long been pronounced dead and dust –
and it will name itself chance-
the chance to surrender your defences,
the chance to throw down your weapons
the chance to remove the armour that only ever bound and
suffocated –
and chance
will become
hope
and become
dream
and become
love and faith and trust
and you will learn that you can be soft and you can be kind
when you stop seeing what you expect
and start looking for something you’ve never
known before
but do you actually want to?
you will start tomorrow –
because it’s a ‘new day, new you’ kind of moment
and you will make promises
the same way you make up lies
to decorate the home you never got to build-
and tomorrow will come to hear you say
“i am too tired now, i’ll start tomorrow, after i’ve gotten some rest” –
but you do not know how to stop running away from
the ghosts that live inside your ribcage –
beating a rhythm that never lets you think of something that could be more than this
and every tomorrow will be just like today
and so will the lies you keep telling yourself
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