It's not everything...

I heard my own self, in another today
I too once believed that my job, what I had passion for, was all I could & wanted to do
I didn't want to hear everyone's opinions
I didn't want to believe my own body, telling me...
everyone's right
Though experience has shown me that
for all those years, I've learnt skills that carry over to employment I never thought about, or thought I could do...
While others didn't want to let me walk away,
Things might've not worked out
but I'm not bitter, I'm determined
My past role is not who I am, it doesn't define me...
Nor does your past employment define you son,
we just got to find something else that sparks that fire within
and you're got skills that'll be useful in some other role...
Trust me, I've been standing where you're standing now
I understand that fear in your mind
I understand the self doubt, the fear keeping you in that place (let go, you'll be alright)
It'll work out, you'll be alright

freeflowpoet

INTENSITY

I run my fingers through the flame, I love not the pain
but the burn you make me feel
I can't keep you out of my head, I take all I can of you,
even when your hands aren't interlocked with mine
I wanna drink every beat of your heart, I crave love...
to give, to receive
I'm reacting to the companionship I wish I could give
(before I push you away, any excuse will do, I'll hurt you...but oh how I don't want to, I want to love you the way you wanna love someone, me?)
I'm reacting to the infatuation of the lust within us, beasts raw, unrestrained in passion, lust wearing the mask of love
(In the ammunition bunker, I drop the match and embrace you...our touch the explosion that starts the beginning of...the end)
The flame always dies, it slows and I don't know how to keep the volatile chemistry alive, I'll scream this is boring now...
Will you hold me?
Will you whisper all the things I need to hear,
tell me that I don't need to be consumed by fear
Will you show me, that there's nothing to fear, that love will never die between us?

freeflowpoet

ONE SECOND

One second distraction
someone's world has come crashing down,
facing unknowns, you can't undo that second son
A thousand apologies, can't give back the trauma rippling through everyone connected
It doesn't matter, that it wasn't intentional
it doesn't matter, who didn't see who, or that it was just an unfortunate accident...
You can't undo the emotional cuts
as a mother, father, brother etc
is locked in fear and helplessness,
cause they don't know what the next second is gonna bring
...blood and no sound, tubes, machines & doctors
no news, no answers
They can only wait & one split second can change, so much

freeflowpoet

*Please be careful on the roads & as a pedestrian too, it really only takes one split second for tragic outcomes

Not A Warrior Today

Seven years, to the day

doctors, nurses & surgeons pieced me

back together again...

but they didn't see the fractures to my spirit, the fractures of my mind

Most days I'm ok with the limitations

I mean fuck, I got to walk away from a wreck I shouldn't have

Label today self pity if you will, that's your shit, not mine

This is not where I wanted to be, there's darkness around my hopes & dreams

(a small voice repeating "it'll all be ok", not in my head, but my heart)

I struggle to do daily tasks, I do what I can though (just days like today, it's not good enough)

I have an overwhelming sense of gratitude 

I actually love living life

but I'm feeling let down by my own expectations, surely I should be past this point by now...one hundred steps forward, it's only one backwards girl

(let them tears fall, no one's strong every single minute, of every single day, it's ok to be afraid, to admit you're only human...that the pain gets overwhelming somedays)

I want more than I can give, I want to do things I once never gave a second thought about

but I know I have all I need...

It's still a struggle though, it's hard not knowing but just trusting...

it's hard living independently when you're a stubborn little shit *smirk*, 

with limitations you're still adjusting too,

when you're hopes & dreams feel mangled like the wreckage of that car...

and just right now I'm feeling trapped inside once more

(This is just about expressing, tomorrow's a new day & it's gonna be ok)

freeflowpoet