Alright all. It has been awhile since I have wrote as an outlet, but I gave it a shot tonight. It ended up being about PTSD, and hitting rock bottom, and not being able to fight it out on my own, but also knowing there is hope day to day to make it a good one ... Wanted to share.
Stone and slate line my ground,
I hit it time and time again.
But never is my stance so strong
So grand
So heroic
As when I let my own legs fail me.
Fail me, fail me now, now grip strong to this climb, and I come back around.
spiral, a wined, the chase the climb. The wind hurts my breath, my breath hurts me ears, I wake from my sleep, i dig in from my fears.
Keep going, keep going, one more step, I push out the breath.
Am I floating or dying?
Fail me legs
I need the climb, I need the climb up from the rock with a ledge to reach for.
Too many times I hit the bottom.
Too many scars, I make those scars, and back to the bottom.
The scars aren't reminders, they are just pieces of me now.
Pieces of what is left,
From a fall that doesn't break it shatters.
Collect the pieces, collect one at a time, one for all, where is mine.
Let me go, rock.
Let me climb.
Let me accept.
The scars stay, but some shards will return.
The climb is slow
Legs fail me, ledge reach me
To many thoughts for one line
Two lines
Many lines
I don't make a home on this slate, I want to face my breath, I want to go on.
Stone and slate line my ground,
I hit it time and time again.
But never is my stance so strong
So grand
So heroic
As when I let my own legs fail me.
Fail me, fail me now, now grip strong to this climb, and I come back around.
spiral, a wined, the chase the climb. The wind hurts my breath, my breath hurts me ears, I wake from my sleep, i dig in from my fears.
Keep going, keep going, one more step, I push out the breath.
Am I floating or dying?
Fail me legs
I need the climb, I need the climb up from the rock with a ledge to reach for.
Too many times I hit the bottom.
Too many scars, I make those scars, and back to the bottom.
The scars aren't reminders, they are just pieces of me now.
Pieces of what is left,
From a fall that doesn't break it shatters.
Collect the pieces, collect one at a time, one for all, where is mine.
Let me go, rock.
Let me climb.
Let me accept.
The scars stay, but some shards will return.
The climb is slow
Legs fail me, ledge reach me
To many thoughts for one line
Two lines
Many lines
I don't make a home on this slate, I want to face my breath, I want to go on.
