I'm finding my way back to sanity again, though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there...I'll looking past the shadows of my mind into the truth and I'm trying to identify the voices in my head. God which one's you? Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. I could have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life. We fall asleep only in hopes of dreaming that everything will be like it was before. But nights like this, it seems, are slowly fleeting. They disappear as reality comes crashing to the floor. I close my eyes and go back in time. I see you smiling. You're so alive. We were so young. We had no fear. We were so young. We had just begun....And life was just happening. I wouldn't trade it for anything. My souvenirs. If shame had a face, I think it would kinda look like mine. If it had a home it would be my eyes. A long day alone. Emptiness is so real. Never having peace of mind. Running from what I can't see... Familiar shadows closing in. Suffocating fear descends. I never wanted you to see the darkest part of me. I knew you'd run away...So afraid to be alone. I tried to let you go. Still I find you lost inside the darkest part of me. Who is there at the end of lonesome roads? All of us hope there's a home. I'm realizing this is making my book sound super depressing so... Take my hand. I’ll teach you to dance. I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down. Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet. Give it a try. It’ll be alright…Now’s our moment. Take it in, feel it all and hold it. Eyes on you, eyes on me. We’re doing this right…This is a feeling I’ve never felt but, it’s all about us.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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