Endurance

There I lay in an ocean of tears

Again.

I Shattered the mirror of who I wanted to be.

But,

Is it really who I wanted to be?

Was it just who society told me to be?

My vision is blurred

Clarity is evasive.

Endless voids before me,

I ponder whether I should get up.

Or to just give it up.

A choice at a time,

I keep going.

As long as I breathe,

I hope.

I pray.

I wait.

– Julia Grace

Fighter.

Behind the eyes.

Behind the tears.

Behind the present moment.

In front of you

Will be seen, a fighter

Scrapes, bruises, gashes, scars

Sometimes melting through their skin,

Covering the soul.

Other times,

The world is unaware.

The fighter comes in many forms

Lines trace their skin.

A map of their story.

Perhaps a wrinkle in time

Or red dots placed where they are

Maybe scars showing a beaten trail of memories

A fighter may look weak from the outside,

Facing the inevitable daily.

Fears surround them,

Mocking their every breath.

Yet, a fire stirs them.

An otherworldly strength.

Pressing on, a fighter moves forward.

They never see their progress.

In faith,

Taking small steps,

A fighter survives what was meant to crush them.

In their weakness, is strength.

– Julia Grace

Wilderness

Tears running down her face,

She wishes she could run from her problems as easily as the droplets she feels escaping her eyes.

She feels trapped within a vast wilderness

Nothing but thorns and ash remain.—-

The occasional vulture of fear lurks,

Preying at her with every opportunity.

Her feet stumble over sharp rocks,

Lies.

She thirsts for safety.

For life.

-Julia Grace

Strings of Life

Life is full of strings

Each stage different.

Stretched,

We learn to make music.

In the highs, and lows

Without stress and pressure,

Never would we learn our melody,

Or purpose. —

To hold strong to who we are,

Yet bending to the will of the creator.

That is the balance.

Tough as steel,

Yet soft as a lullaby.

Strings of life,

Even amidst times of silence,

Are full of potential.

– Julia Grace

Color of Pain

The color of pain

Is it a whitewash?

Nothingness in life,

Numb.

Is it the deep blues of sadness?

Drowning in a sea of tears,

Memories.

Is it the deep purples of disappointment?

Bruises on the heart,

Words.

Is it the ebony of every single emotion?

Blinded by feelings,

Lost.

Is it the red of anger?

Heat in a moment,

Wounds.

The color of pain.

By: Julia Grace

Journey

From out of nowhere

In this cold, stark world

Forgiveness called out,

“Leave the past.

Leave it where it belongs.”

Words echo still.

Grace gently lifted my head

Giving a warm smile,

Now imprinted forever in my mind.

Hope walks side by side with me,

Pointing out the rising sun,

The stars.

I press on.

– Julia Grace