it feels so easy to slip off the track, the right path
all the sudden you’ve started going the wrong way, and you’re lost and confused and not sure how to get back
it’s not even noticeable when you start to step in the wrong direction, cause it happens so quick
ever look in the mirror and wonder who is looking back?
I have and it’s happening now, I try to listen my internal compass to lead me back to myself
I can’t yet see which direction it points to bring me back home, I only see heaps of open roads…. which ones will keep leading me further away from myself, and which ones will lead me home? There’s no way to know
but that thought rings in my head “all roads lead home” so I take my first step, with a glimmer of hope.
so it begins… the shedding of skin.
another shift, another phase to live in
live out , or live through
Sorrow builds strength but also builds walls
Be strong enough to break the walls you’ve built.
Don’t burry yourself in your own grave with all that guilt and shame.
If you slipped into the hole just try and climb out slow. Don’t stay in and let gravity win.
Don’t wait till you’re too weak to climb out or too scared to cry for help.
That guilt and shame is an awful mix and it’s so easy to get burried by it. So try and get out before the dirt hits.
It rushes over you like a gentle breeze
a feeling of calm, a feeling of ease
It hits you… that you’ve been taking life too seriously again
and you laugh at all the problems you made up in your head
feeling light again, what a relief…
life is easy
If you make me feel small, I will slip through the cracks of your grasp and build myself up on my own.