Coward

In a familiar place I sit, 

disheartened and downtrodden.

I fight the urge to admit

my failures unforgotten.

I reach forward as if to touch 

with childlike hands, too small

to grab a hold of something sturdy

to give myself a peaceful balance.

I quell this urge to express

my heavy heart compressed

feeling a sense of shame

but there is no one left to blame.

So, I choose the cowards hand

and opt to sit instead of stand.

For fear that once my thoughts expressed

will gain for me just more distress

which for now I could not bear

and there is no one around to share

my heave load but me alone,

isolated and far from home.

Nightmares

I look outside my window

just to remind myself there's rain.

Its just a small reminder

there's no comfort from the pain.

So, I sit inside my room

to try and really sleep.

But still the nightmares come to haunt me,

inside my head the monsters creep.

As the tears run down my cheek

I look up and see a light.

Then my eyes just close again

and in my head its night.

Touch Me

When the pain is perpetual

And your sorrow is sanity.

When hurting is what moves you,

Stuck in shadows, no bravery.

When your eyes become jaded

And you are sacrificed to vanity.

When morose becomes normal

Because your companion is malady.

People walk through you

Afraid your pain will torment their souls.

If they would only cease the charade

And stop to touch the glass,

They would see me staring back.

Not the little girl lost, with tortured eyes.

Not the battered mess left behind,

But who I am beneath the shatters.

The person I have managed to be.

No matter what they say, I am still human.

Like a blooming rose I remember how to be open.

Because of love, I remember how to cry.

But still no one stops to feel me

As the masses pass me by.