She turned her back on everything
Yet
The world is still revolving around her.
Time is non-directional, yet it always moves forward
She’s living in the past;
“the has been“s and “the had“s.
Her eyes embodying the oceans…
A sea of tears.
She tried to swim through Hurricane Emotion
But
Her life’s guard was off duty.
She drowned in the lies, because she let her guard down.
Heart broken like a levy
Only left to wallow in her own agony.
Everyone saw, but no one cloud help.
Many predicted the storm, but she denied the forecast.
That’s when the spiraling down came,
A tornado came ripping off her security blanket.
Now she sits as she arrived in this world…naked.
Cold.
The storm is no where near over,
The eye of the storm still precipitating mis-beliefs.
Unable to sleep through the pain.
She tries to maintain body heat, but in her most sacred place the lights are out.
Where she lies awaiting predetermined rescue..
The foundation cracks.
She’s falling threw the hole shes dug herself…Relapse.
She looked to the cross, but found no answers within all the red.
If FEMA couldn’t save Katrina,
What kind of hope should she have left?
Numb.
Living physically, but mentally paralyzed.
She looked into the eye of the storm, but she was only showered with more dishonesty.
She can’t detach herself from what she built.
Blood, Trust, and Love went into what she built.
Even when they threw dirt on her, she continued to build.
Covered in Filth,
But showered in Faith.
She’s now,
Fed up and stagnant.
Confused cause she’s living in days of darkness,
When just across the fence the grass is greener on the other side.
But
She keeps faith.
Faith that one day this Monster House
Will become a Master House,
When she’s no longer enslaved by her emotions.
The contract contradicts the blue prints.
The feelings filled up to the ceiling,
She doesn’t have insurance to cover that.
Feeling like, she just wants her parents to get that life insurance check.
She asks for reassurance, and that triggers a land slide.
She was sliding down the land she once stood strong, and tall on.
Everything she’s sacrificed is now tumbling with her.
Now she’s falling to the depths of the emotional wreckage.
How can she ever fathom trust again.
Her hearts gone bankrupt,
Mind said fuck it,
She is about to give up, and settle for that single bedroom apartment.
Whose to say she’s going to survive the other storms to come.
Whose to say she won’t.
She could be dead because she’s stupid, or living because she fell in love with a joke.
-Leighrick
PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION 