Day: May 30, 2015

I’m on the edge of my abilities
Swimming the river of possibilities
Confused as to where it’ll lead me
They are both the place I want to be

She sat on the bathroom floor with a piece of paper in her hand, blood trickled down her wrists and her eyes cried rivers. Drop by drop by drop, the paper eventually turned red and she stopped crying. The white bathroom tiles took the color red and her wrists looked like road maps to the dark world. As she dance the night away in sorrow she wondered to herself how her life had come to a point so bad that she was clueless as to what to do. Her love life a mess and her family had already fallen apart.

She woke up each morning to the screams and shouts of her parents arguing over the smallest of things. She looked in the mirror only trying to conceal her puffy red eyes so no one could know how much it affected her.

You do not fade in the mist,
your colours stay true in the sun and in the shade.
The air is clearer when you are around,
you are the cold summer breeze,
the vivid view from the trees
and the magical night
were true stars shine.
You are bullets of hope,
balloons of belief keeping you tall,
laughter when all fails and dissolves.
you are true, you are the one.

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All Rights Reserved Odelia Rozenfeld

Fishes in deep water

(Being in their element)

For the life of them

Cannot comprehend

Our fear of drowning

~ Out of Africa

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