This beautiful silence.
This unexpected susceptibility.
This youthful aggression.
This eld has taught me,
Every demon has a story to tell,
I can still surprise myself.
knowing that it is best to let things be.
They would be mine, if they are meant to be.
There is some incomprehensible force,
Fighting darkness to stay in light.
But is this making me unkind?
These winds roam around,
I follow them like a vagabond.
The air adds chorus to singing birds,
Like waves of the sea,
On and off your feet.
And in all these joy filled voids,
Dwell Confusion and clarity,
illusion and hope.
Will battles cowardice,
Smiles swim against tears;
Hand in hand we move, chained together in fear;
Through the ruins and smoke,
Promises broken, bleeding hearts and shattered hopes appear.
With every defeat comes a momentum to try.
We search for the lost crown
And burn the forest down.
And I learned;
With every goodbye,
I am bound.