Oh, Honey! Honey!

I perceived a lemon where there was only honey to be found

When I dared a lick

I found myself instantaneously lost , dazed

The taste was bliss itself

And all I could do was take one more

Then just another and another

My actions all revolved around its sweetness

I was lost

And did not know myself how to escape it’s bondage

It was when the honey bled into my blood

That I awoke

It was a strange place to be

A little sad and very forlorn

But I recognized it, it wasn’t new

I had felt this before

Differently, but yes, I knew it….

An old acquaintance

I knew enough to know, this was too much

I knew little, to know how to stop

Withdraw

Turn away

Not look

So I searched

Searched for relief, for others who had felt the same

Surprisingly I found many, of both survivors and answers

This was a crutch

A little tug towards light

It wasn’t smooth nor was it sunny

The honey faded away from my tongue awfully slowly

But it did

And now as I stand afresh

With a taste of relief on my tongue

It is two things I feel

Proud and free

For the world is a wondrous place to be

With more to see…

Symphonies


Symphonies rush into my mind
A melody here and a harmony there
Music overwhelms my senses
Fills me up
Lifts me up

This buoyancy is a feeling
I never want to get rid of
For I feel this way so rarely
I’m usually numb

And then when the music ends
This feeling settles over me
There one second and gone the next
Always leaving me feeling
Half of what I was

But then come the symphonies
And once again I’m awake
Awash
In colours and sounds
Filling up my senses
My mind, to the brim

And just when I feel
I’m about to soar
The symphonies disappear
And so does the rush
I’m back to where I’m started
Rock bottom
And I crave the sound

It’s a vicious never ending cycle
It leaves me feeling cursed
But the music gives me strength
It gives me hope

And maybe one day
I’ll feel brave enough to
String together some symphonies
Make something that’s purely my own

And then maybe someday
I’ll have the courage to share it with the world
Maybe someday
Someone else like me
Will hear it
And it’ll make them feel
Less alone

And then maybe
It’ll inspire them to create something too
To play it until they’re heard
Lift someone else up
Fill them with hope

And then maybe it’ll start a new cycle
Of inspiration, of resilience
A beacon of hope
Music made by kindred hearts, kindred spirits.