You built up the wall that stands in your way
Trying to find a crack to escape
Broken down pieces
Fragments all around you
Yet the walls are still standing, your stuck like glue
You are the one who gets in the way
Nobody else who can take that blame
But you built this wall like a cone of shame
Hiding in plain sight is the name of the game

Kicking and screaming in the depths of your mind
Silence is screeching within your sense of time
Kicked back to reality with the tears you still cry
Over and over this nightmare lives out in my mind
But looks there’s a hammer, I call it my heart
Break down these walls
Tear them apart
I found the way out of this invisible box
Wish we could turn back the hands on the clock

I stood in my own way
I broke down these walls
I may be broken but it didn’t break me enough
I’m who I am from all I’ve been through
Trusting my instincts and holding my heart

You built up the wall that stands in your way
Trying to find a crack to escape
Broken down pieces
Fragments all around you
Yet the walls are still standing…


Yet, I found a way out…..

In the depths of the journey casting a shadow over the sky as the wind moves through the night and into the morning sunrise; shadows are still pictures from within the minds eyes holding onto wisdom and insight of our own true life

Past the horizon in the distance, the only sight to be seen, the whispering of nature’s light glistening on the water from the sunbeams…

One dream can spark the inspiration towards the visions you see in your future.

She is fire
But she’s also like rain
Fierce and electric
Calm and heavy
Unaware of her powers
Sudden downpours engage
Rejuvenating the fire
That once was extinguished away

Believe in yourself
Let fear melt away
Troubleshoot the doubts
That get in the way
Follow the process
Trusting yourself
It all will turn out
If you believe
It’s your time to breakout

The past me is a bit haunting
Struggling to believe that I could ever be
Always hitting the wall, afraid to fall, yet always failing for my dreams to come true at all
Pretending that I’m strong enough
Brave enough to not feel the pain
Yet, the past is haunting me a bit
Like a broken,  damaged frame
Unable to hold the still picture in my mind
Freezing up like old times
Black and white
Snowy and pixelated with fear
The past me is a bit haunting
Struggling to ever believe that someone like me would ever be
But, here I am
Stronger than I ever was before
Stomping down all the doors of the past me…