Forsaken

Free her now from this prison within
Release her from the pain that has been
Holding her soul and crushing her heart
Giving her hope to tear it apart
Let her find the solace she needs
That shred of hope for which she pleads
Though she’s broken and her view left jaded
There’s a light within that’s not yet faded
Give her a chance to rekindle the fire
So that upon those flames she can fly higher
As they consume the past and the pain
And within their heat melt every chain
Never again will she be taken
To a place where she is forsaken

Prove Me Wrong

Prove me wrong, I’m tired of being right
Humanity has become such a blight
My expectations low for everyone I meet
Someone who rises above would be such a treat
Show me there is more than what my eyes see
Show me the good that I once thought could be
Take these jaded thoughts from within this heart
And show me I can have a fresh new start
Prove me wrong, I am begging you please
Before this heart can completely freeze

Sight

Searching for a way to be free
From I’m where I don’t want to be
I want once again to see love rise
To see clearly through these jaded eyes
Lift the veil that clouds my sight
And see the world in full light

Fire and Ice

This is by far my favorite poem.  It’s by Robert Frost and has a lot of meaning.  Especially to me.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

This talks how about our lives may end.  How this world will end.  Will it be in passion, love and hope?  Will it be in hate and fear?

A month ago I would have absolutely side with Ice.  I have seen and experienced so much hate, fear, betrayal.  It makes it hard to believe that there could possibly be enough passion left in me or in this world to over come that.

But today I say it will be Fire.  I know.  You’re thinking what the hell is she talking about?  Hasn’t she sworn off love?  I am talking about passion for life.  I have a renewed passion to make my life great.  To live life as if there is no tomorrow.  To love my family.  To love myself.  To hold my head high.  To choose love of life over hate for what has happened to me.  To choose passion for the everyday small things around me over fear of what may not even happen.  I am choosing happiness over sadness.

I will still have times where I will feel sad or where I will feel fear.  But these times will not define me or my life any longer.  I am jaded, yes.  I feel pessimism, yes.  These things are a part of me and it will take a lot for that to change.  But they are not all of me.  I can’t allow it to consume me.