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Every time.
These knocks are getting harder
The drawer is getting deeper
The hollow is getting darker
And I am slipping away
The attic sits cobwebbed and dim
The sea rages like torment
The sky is always overcast
And I’m falling further
Every time she reaches for the sun
The moon blocks it out
Every time she reaches for the outside
The dirt gets piled on top of her
Every time she puts her guard up
She gets knocked to the ground
The wound now start to bleed
The drawer sits invitingly
The hollow calls out seductively
And I begin to answer
The attic seems warm and close
The sea seems like the perfect place to end it all
The sky covers her suffocating and warm
And I like it more and more
Every time she gathers her strength
It’s soon knocked out of her
Every time she swims for the surface
She’s pulled back down
Every time she looks for something better
Something worse always happens
And I’m scared I haven’t the energy for this
I’m scared I won’t overcome this
I’m scared this sadness will never go away
I’m scared I haven’t the energy for this
Anymore
I want to rise from the ashes, like the phoenix
Shining and beautiful, whole and content
Dusting of the ashes from the attic
Surfacing from the darkness of the hollow
Breaking free from the drawer that confines me
Waiting out the stormy seas till they sit clam and smooth again
And to soar into a perfect, flawless radiant sky.
