Crashing Down: Without the Crown, I Have No Sound

While standing in the shower, it suddenly hit me—I had written a poem about four years ago that perfectly hit home of my distorted belief that I’m some kind of a rescue mission, as I mentioned in my previous blog. This poem is a perfect example of my thoughts on what I thought was needed in order to “be” something. My love delusion. It’s no coincidence, this realization is a huge step toward rediscovering my lost soul. No one is going to hand me my spirit; only I can find it.

SILENT SUFFERING

I can barely sit in my own skin 

Cause I don’t like this suit I’m in 

If I could make them understand

This did not go as I had planned

But I’m nobody’s queen

In fact I ain’t anything

And I have no crowned king 

To fight, to fight for me 

I wish I could fall like a leaf 

Just to feel the breeze  

Please let me feel something 

Anything, anything but me

Please take away these dreams

I promise I will not scream

Then the forest won’t echo a sound 

When I come crashing down