That's Alright

Sometimes I can’t do it
Can’t push myself again
I fall down, can’t get up
Hang my head in defeat

That’s alright, to be sore
That’s alright, to be tired
There’s nothing to say
You can stop sometimes

It’s fine, to throw a tantrum
When nothing works out
To shout and cry and
Scream and be emotional

That’s alright, to be sore
That’s alright, to be tired
There’s nothing to say
You can stop sometimes

Ignore the doubts and
Acknowledge the fears
Let yourself rest sometimes
You can come back again

That’s alright, to be sore
That’s alright, to be tired
There’s nothing to say
You can stop sometimes

Even if it takes a while
And you feel impatient
Still dragging your feet
Take your time to recover

That’s alright, to be sore
That’s alright, to be tired
There’s nothing to say
You can stop sometimes

That’s alright, to be sore

That’s alright, to be tired
There’s nothing to say
You can stop sometimes

Each New Try

Hard to resist
Throwing myself
Headlong into this
Not easy to pull away

Each new idea
Gives me hope
Each new try
Might work out

Have to hold
Out for the win
Catch my breath
And jump high

Each new idea
Gives me hope
Each new try
Might work out

And if it fails
I can cry all day
Try again tomorrow
Over and over

Each new idea
Gives me hope
Each new try
Might work out

I’m lifted up
Each time I
See a new way
And I wouldn’t

Trade that feeling
For anything
In the whole world
It’s my freedom

Each new idea

Gives me hope
Each new try
Might work out

In the Dark - Part 5

After the Elder greets me, I am accepted by the rest. It feels a little like coming home, but mostly as though I am in a strange dream. Everything is similar, but slightly unfamiliar at the same time.  Still, I am somewhere away from the monsters, and for that, I am very grateful.

They gather around, asking to hear my story. I am ashamed to admit my own cowardice during the recollection, but none of them blame me for my actions, and it is a balm on my conscience.

Something does confuse me, though, and I have to address it later, after they have shared food and drink with me.

“I must ask, where are the others of your clan?”

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Shards of Nothing

What’s left to treasure
to hold close to my chest
when everything’s gone

What do I do now
when there’s nothing left
inside anymore

I’m empty, waiting
to be filled back up again
I don’t know what to do
with all this empty space

I’m shattered and broken
the years have turned to ash
There’s nothing and no one
to help me out of this mess

Like a vase that’s been
emptied, flowers tossed aside
A car that’s out of gas
running off the side of the road

The picture frame
is empty of glass
the broken, shattered

Pieces in the trash
and there’s nothing to
put in its place anymore

I’m empty, waiting
to be filled back up again
I don’t know what to do
with all this empty space

I’m shattered and broken
the years have turned to ash
There’s nothing and no one
to help me out of this mess

I guess I’m going to have

to breathe and take my
chances by starting over

One more time, though it’s
never worked for me before
But maybe now that

I’m just a little wiser
I’ll figure it out somehow
Trust myself a bit more

So Walk Through

The rings are glowing
Such pretty lights to follow
Beckoning to me