I was once drowned in pain
Suffered more than I could bear
Scars and poisons in my vein
Afraid It might turn fresh again
Can I still continue this?
Can I still fight for this?
Seems like it's about to repeat
I'm down and curled up in defeat

Perhaps he wasn't an angel from the sky

Or a superhero with the ability to fly



...But instead just a boy who liked to get real high

For things I'll never have in life
Fancy car
Mansion
Designer Clothes
Neverending list
Never pay the price
Don't want them enough I suppose

For the rainbows that are birthed from the heavy storms, hurricanes and the floods we endure in our lives are beautiful scars
that serve as a reminder that we were created for a greater purpose,
and that the pain from our torn and bleeding hearts
is what makes us triumphant and worthy.

The scorched, the damaged, the wounded, and the broken are indeed the most purest of souls.

You are near,
Even when I don't
see you.
You will always be with me,
even when you
are far away.

That's not romance
In the air, my darling,
Not romance at all

It's the tension,
The fear, the scarring
All waiting to fall.

And if I make one
Wrong step, then I'm done
Your invisible cloak
Hides me well

Meanwhile I'm trying hard
Not to step on the shards
Of my heartbreak.
In that I excel.

And new callouses formed-
hardening the once bloodied
and broken skin

Roots broke through
old dirt
now renewed

Part the seven seas
The veins of earth,
need to breathe

We've come undone,
time to reweave-
the fabric of ourselves
hath been redeemed.
©2020 Christina Jackson