coming to terms

Escaping Into Reality

Caked in dust, absorbed in other people’s memories,

Breathing crisp air at the breaking of the wall.

Tapping into the potential of everything that could be,

Barbed adrenaline furiously pumping at the gears.


Winter’s song chills the breath of those who sing it,

Icicles form on the trail of captured breath,

On the tail end of disaster that greets all with a smile,

Escaping into reality, as pieces of the subconscious die.


Plucking away at the vitality of nature’s core,

Winds howl as trees writhe in agony,

Like old bones to youthful pressure,

How we wrap our skeletons to hold in the warmth when we feel alone,

Unique vibrations that resonate are seen as glitches of the soul.

I Cordially Un-invite You

I will never turn to you again
Never again will I allow the thought of you
to cross my mind
the thought that if I die
my presence will be better remembered

in truth, it would make me
an evanescent memory among most
and a painful one among those
who were close
people listen when you die

but not all remains
people deal with grief by moving on
and then I am only forgotten

now that I realize
that death is not what I seek
I am glad because I was able to find you
the love I wanted, even at my age
my maturity ready
trapped by this notion
that our minds are not steady

but we are ready, yet still
trapped in our chains
the chains that are our life support
the adults, the parental unit

And now I can see
the thing I know I want
a life with you
a family with you
better to say, a child with you

so never again
never again will I welcome death
as a means of escape
because I was given life
that not everyone has a chance at

children who die.
babies unborn.
those whose lives
are cut short and who never
are allowed the chance to live

and I have a chance to make
my life something
and I will do that
There is no way in Hell
that I will invite death into me
not my mind, not my body
because I live with a purpose.

-Amanda Holmes

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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