Sunday, April 4, 2010

Houston, We Have Progress

've felt the most grounded, centered, and even-keeled as I have in a long time. Still, I worry about falling off the precipice. I'm waiting for the shoe to drop, wondering when I'll fall back into a state I feel I cannot handle. Maybe I won't, I should be celebrating this, but I know too well that one, today didn't feel good enough to throw a large celebration and two, the way I feel, I'm teetering right on the edge.  I want to, I need to move further from the edge of the cliff before I celebrate any victories.  I'm still hanging on by a thread....

Oleander-Halo



 

And it's always little things



That to the surface brings


The comfort in the pain


The fear behind the smile


We lose along the way


The things we leave behind


Along the precipice


Of things we should not climb


And I'm the first in line


There's an anchor around my heart


Dragging me down


Beneath the waves in silence I fall


There's a halo above my head


Spinning me 'round


'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead


A dagger in my hand


Bleeding me dry






And it's always little things


That to the surface brings


The space you need to breathe


Before the curtain call


The light that leads the way


Before you hit the wall


The mountain that you climb


Just to take a fall


For blind among the blind






There's an anchor around my heart


Dragging me down


Beneath the waves in silence I fall


There's a halo above my head


Spinning me 'round


'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead






There's a dagger in my hand


Bleeding me dry






And all we have to lose is time


And what we lose we leave behind


Stay around and we will shine

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