Your words feel like a warm embrace
Comforting me in this space

Like a fire, like a hearth
Keeping me grounded to this earth

You gave me light when the sun would dim
Holding my hands and numbing limbs

Thank you for the light you shared
Your extra love was always spared

Please hold me here and not let go
I'll be cold without your glow

Precious orb of tan complexion
How are you perfect beyond comprehension?

Oh to be a cat
Nestled tightly in bed

No drop of anxiety in your head
I look to you with jealous eyes

If only we could just switch sides

Do I burn the world?
Or burn my tongue?
With the sorrows that I have clung

For if I choose to keep them in
I shall surely burn within

But if I loose them on the world
To free them from me unfurled

I fear the world will burn away
So in my heart then they shall stay

Do I burn the world?
Or burn my tongue?
With this grief that I have won.

We try so desperately to find purpose on such grand scales
That we miss the fact that even the smallest details that exist
Within this reality
Are the building blocks in understanding that purpose is a system
Rather than a state of existence

"What is the Purpose of Life?" we all ask.

Why do we assume that Life has a purpose to begin with?

Well that's rather sad to think about; Life without Purpose is quiet and melancholy...

But take that as liberation rather than a bleak epiphany

Purpose is shaped by the relationship of the interaction
And love is the natural phenomenon that forms
When you accept it for what it is

Strip away what I have read
What I have seen and what I've said
Tear down the fears I have led
And all the ideologies bled

Reveal the pale and fleshy skin
Beneath the armor I am within
Scrape off the scabs of rotting sin
Unveil the fragile state I'm in

I am a reflection
And nothing more
An echo coming through the door
I am a mirror
And nothing less
I am what you say, I must confess.

To say one is a survivor implies
That they are the remainder
Who lived through unsurmountable odds
Where others did not

Survivor implies the hardship has past

But the survivor's journey does not end
Even when the ashes settle
And the bodies are counted
When the funerals are held
And grave stones are set

The survivor survives

They survive the guilt
The **** within their spirit
That haunts there conscience and steals all comfort

For the Survivor knows
They will bleed to the day they die