Moments

Moments.
There are moments when I am in control of me.
Moments when the demons fall silent.
Air exchanges freely from atmosphere to lungs, beauty radiates from every aspect of my being and the world is love.
Oh but there are other moments.
When the demons scream so loudly my voice becomes lost, the world grows gray, cold , and the walks close in stealing the air.
Suffocating madness .
The words flow through my mind stealing life. Hers, his, theirs.
What torture is this shadowed existence, head low , heavy from the weight of words .
In these moments I must quiet.
Hate,fear, memories , words , bits if hot air playing their broken record until the blackness consumes all.
The record shatters.
Flung against the very wall it created opening for the light , the air to reenter.
Inside lays the warrior patiently waiting for her moment to strike.
She will rise above the pain, words, lies, memories , shattered expectations to claim the beauty that is her own.
No more will she lay in the shadow of another person's light.

She casts away the demons , calls to those great warriors who have walked before her, and shines.

A fire of beauty all her own , no longer broken pieces of others will .

Moments pass , but it only takes one moment to change the path.

6/2016 R.M. Brandon ©

Fragments

He revolved around her like a satellite to the earth. As if her absence would leave him spinning into an  abysmal void of darkness, shinning his beacon with revolution of her presence. How unfortunate he was already the moon to another woman.

Be the one

You can not see them

 Lingering far beneath the surface 

But their presence in known

 Raging quietly in the depths

Scars never formed

The deepest cuts bleed on

Ruptured aneurisms of the soul

 Bleèding into infinity 

Silent, deadly.

Look up as you walk through that crowd

 Who is bleeding next you?

In the stillness of night

 When they lay in darkness alone

Is their soul bleeding out?

Predators smell them from miles away

 Flocking to the easy prey.

Piece by piece their will widdles away.

 Never knowing the beauty that lies deep within.

Pain becomes solace.

Numbness. 

 Hiding behind smiling masks.

Everything is fine.

 Until the bleed becomes a river .

Drowning in the waste of a misfortunate life.

Some scough, all judge, a few cry.

 Why?

It only takes one.

 One real love, one true heart, one real smile

It only takes one love to heal a soul.

 

Take off the mask.

 Be your own one.

~R.M Brandon 2016 

Just be you

Why must the caterpillar crawl into a cocoon to become a butterfly? Because to find your true beauty you must first find yourself not who the world tells you to be.Once you know who you are the whole world will see the true beauty you hide inside.

R.M Brandon 2016

Dream

If there should ever come a time you wonder if I'm okay close your eyes and remember I'm only a dream away.