The Transition

The darkness was my Savior,
The blood was my wine,
Wings chained down and painted
Black, I couldn't fly.

I couldn't breathe, a hollowness
Lay in my chest, cold, unfeeling, I
Lashed out in anger, wanting to feel
More than pain.

Scars shadowed my heart and
Blinded my eyes, thought it didn't matter
So I reached for the blade and
Scarred my wrist.

But still I kept on, still I held
Hope there was more than this,
More than the pain of the Past and Present,
Still I searched.

My heart finally broke one too
Many times and I was about to
Give up on finding real Love,
When I met you.

I spent my life praying to a God
Who showed me the waiting and 
The tears were worth it, the heartbreaks 
And disappointments.

I've been afraid, not because I'm
Afraid you're like the others but afraid
I won't be good enough, afraid this is a dream and
I'll wake without you.

But I don't want to be afraid anymore,
So unlock my chains and help me fly,
I'll carry you with me, I promise you, I'm here to stay,
Always and Forever...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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