Why So?

Why so cold
Shivering in the night
All alone in the dark
No one there to hold

Why so grim
Locked away in your tower
No way down to the ground
Watching out the window

Why so calm
When there’s no adventure waiting
No dragon to ride into the sky
Fairy tales don’t happen here

Why so grey
Every single feeling
Wrapped up in your own thoughts
Unable to break free of this shell

Why so angry
When no one but you is at fault
And the chances you blew or didn’t
Bother to take were all your own doing

Why so stuck
With this pain sitting in your chest
Unwilling to pick yourself back up
Not knowing how to resuscitate

Why so scared
You never really try anyway
Never allow yourself to get hurt
So nothing ever happens to you

Why so smart
If you don’t ever do anything with it
There’s so much good you could do
So many possible ways to improve

Why so small
Acting like you’re fragile just so others
Will take care of you, how are you
Supposed to ever grow up at all

Why so lost
Stumbling down the rabbit hole
With no one below to catch you
Have to learn how to fall after all

Seek

Be brave, tiger
Be calm. Watch those claws.
Loud roar and subtle stalk.
Your prey cowers in fear.
Men flee before you.

Be content, tiger.
The jungle is yours.
Your stripes are a proud flag.
The victory is assured.
Your enemies are conquered.

Be at peace, tiger.
The world is beautiful.
There is no need for you to march anymore.
Settle down and build a home.
Share your wisdom.

2.16.2017

"What is the purpose of a life without the terror of death? If you don’t fear dying, then what’s the point of living?"

In the Dark - Part 11

They are calling me a monster now. The irony of that is almost funny. When one is hunting the monsters, there can’t be any room for hesitation. They need to die, all of them.

The clan still blames me for luring that monster towards one of their kin. They shout at me, call me names, and eventually, they come to the decision to cast me out. Once again, I am alone. This time, though, I’m not afraid of moving around on my own. Not now that I know the monsters can be hunted.

I take a knife before I leave, though. No one stops me, so I suppose they feel at least a little responsible for me still. Not enough to tolerate me any longer.

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Limits

I got caught up in the tide of
What we could have been
In our past and maybe futures
That we’ve swept away for good

I forgot about me

And all the dreams
I used to lie awake

And wonder about

Everything got tangled up
Knots we couldn’t unwind

Without cutting the threads

Frayed edges dangling limp

Somehow we need to grow

To plant our roots somewhere

Get plenty of sunlight and fresh air

Become something new

One morning I woke up and

Realized I’d stopped dreaming

Forgot all about my possibilities

And that’s just not good enough

So now I need to decide

It’s scary but I think I can

Sew something together from the

Mess we made of everything

Get back to me and

Drop the baggage

Mark this as the date

I create a new life

Because I got caught up in our tide

Drifting out to sea tangled together

Both of us dependent and suffocating

Now I’ll finally learn to swim on my own

I’ll remember my dreams

All those hopes I had for myself
I’ll get back to what I can do

And learn my own limits again