Free to be.

The butterflies I once had,
Have become imprisoned moths.
Over years of harsher words,
And through strange feelings of loss.
I miss the girl I was.
I dream of who I'd be.
If I were someplace else.
If I were free to be.

Bring the other.

Take a deep breath,
And push through the fear.
Do what you can,
Let hope and love steer.
One foot forward,
Bring the other to meet it.
I can't see it's easy,
But I'm determined to beat it.

Puppet toy.

Will I ever lose this trigger?
Will this fear reduce as well?
Could I keep my glow at your return?
Only time will tell.
I want to keep that feeling,
Of peace and freedom, joy.
To be free of all the strings,
And not a puppet toy.

All of her years.

She is grateful,
So I am too.
Happiness moments,
That belong to you two.
It will never ride easy,
There will always be tears,
But she'll continue to love you,
Through all of her years.

Jointly responsible.

I strangely revel in the glimpses,
Of what my life might be.
It makes me feel a little more alive,
And that the problem's not all me.
I am not the sole killer,
Of joy and happiness.
We are jointly responsible,
For this unhappy mess.

Window ajar.

I am out of sorts,
In a physical way.
The crash to my head,
Is making a stay.
Just a little askew,
A little awry.
I'm sure there's a physical reason,
As to why,
Yet strangely it feels,
Like a window ajar.
Am I seeing things,
As they really are?

My bird.

Pushing through the nerves.
Swallowing back the fear.
Faking it 'til you make it.
This heart I hold so dear.
You wanted it, you were determined,
And you made the time your own.
I am so very proud of you,
My bird that's not yet flown.