I think so often
we lose our voice.
Maybe because those around us
scream louder,
or we lose our way.
But we aren’t immortal
the only thing we leave on this earth
is our memory, our legacy
our voice.
Letting someone else take that from you
means you give up on yourself,
on the future.
Don’t ever give up on yourself.
Don’t lose your voice
no matter what happens.
But you have to believe in your voice.
After all, no one will do it for you.
Sleep
In my sleep, I see the ghosts that haunt this ship. Behind these eyes lay the images never to be forgotten—the memories for which I wish I could erase. Even the stillness of night can’t stop the mind from remembering. If only I could wake the next day in a different mind, body with the memories wiped. But I’m afraid that’s simply impossible. The memories remain, and they will creep in my sleep for the foreseeable future. But I guess it’s alright because those memories brought me to you. Maybe it’s not wiping the memories to sleep but accepting the past things that cannot be undone. These were never my memories to control.
Mask
I wear a mask
So, people can never see the real me
I wear a mask
So, people cannot hurt me
But who am I?
I’ve been in the dark all this time,
Because of my fear of being seen
But the time has come to leave my fear
And become the woman I know I can be
And show you the person I’ve always hidden underneath
The Woman
There is an old woman who lives by the sea
She was once reckless and wild
Yet tender as can be
Her beauty is fading
As her youth is fleeting
But she doesn’t care
Because she remains waiting,
For her husband who was once lost at sea
He was gentle and kind
And the best man for she
He was the love of her life
And she will spend the rest of her years
Being his wife
For she is the old woman who lives by the sea
As beautiful and humble and loyal as can be
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