Broken Things.

The anger swells. Shouting voices. Rattling cords. Afraid to be vulnerable lost in the undeniable chaos of the world. Don't let it get you, my love. Be strong, my love. Long rides, a tale of two cities. The calm like ocean waters misting your face as they collide with the wall you hide behind. Ocean spray be like Mother Nature desperately trying to diffuse the situation. Two of her children at war. Divinity rising, a war of the gods. Titans clashing in the new millennium.

Restraint ebbs and flows, the black out is near. Flashbacks flood vision, I can no longer see my way. Where am I? Who is this? She isn't recognizable. Where did she come from?

Rage fills veins. Where've you been? New emotion. Built up to break down. Where did you go? Lost soul grasping for lifelines. Where did you go? Mirrors reflect unrecognizable images. This was never you. Who have you become? Possession seems logical. A scapegoat for the fear and, again, finding yourself alone. Battered soul, tortured soul.

Hands stretched out, words aren't enough. Words weren't enough. Frustration peaks, no outlet. Who are you. Love don't live here. Shaken up, mouth ajar, what did I sign up for? Who is this? Broken fragile creature, I no longer know. Where is the familiar?

Running somewhere where the wild things are, lost with the things people long to find. And where has she been... lost. Who are you? Bring it back to the middle. Broken little thing. Where did you come from? Demons dwell within and you've made them comfortable. Given them voice, robbing your own. A million times a prisoner to your own words and the demons escape, hands outstretched leaving bruises and scars no one can see.

Broken little thing. Return to the light. The Ocean swallowed you whole. No light lives here. Where is your lesson? How did you get here? Retreat to the temple of light you were birthed into. How did you get here?

Love here, love now. Don't be afraid, no need to fight for your life. You are alive, you are here, you can heal.

Hands tremble in the aftershock. 'What have I done?' Broken little thing. Broken shards of glass on the bathroom floor, a massive transparent heart you can't glue back together. One of a kind, a rarity. A beautiful thing you only see once in a thousand lifetimes. What have you done, broken little thing? No witness to the disaster, your fire is out. Volatile release, hard to breathe. Suffocating the old you. She must die. Unrecognizable broken thing. You must rest, the broken pieces continue to fall to the floor. Ashes to ashes, daughter of the dust. Forged in holy fire.

Build you again beautiful. Build you again strong. Build you again tender, little thing. The rarest of treasures. I can only hope that I could see you again in this lifetime. Broken trust, broken promises. I'm here now. Found, whole. Begging to love you tender. Begging to love you new. Begging for peace and understanding. Loving in the purest way. Real. Raw. No longer afraid of the emotion. Anger released at the fingertips into the universe. Take it from us. Even Gods need restraint and broken things needs love.

Put me together new. She found and whole. And let the ocean baptize us in sacred healing waters blessed with sunlight. Restore us and let the stars witness our triumphant return.