Complexity is broken. Throw the shields away.
The sun light will come another day
when the sun will be ready to rise again.
And when my strength tightens my muscles
that is when I will be able to move.
I am a bolder at the top of a ledge
inches before the edge crumbles off into
a mystery of the world below.
I do not know the taste of wine
because the color is of blood.
I am not a vampire
however I do not possess any love.
The mirror can hardly capture my real face
unless I come to terms with my own mind.
Bitter cold hovers at high altitudes.
Too afraid to climb down softly
and I have to be the savior to my own soul.
Not a spirit out there who will save me,
for this I know. Somehow my independence will be in sight
and can carry my shoulders up high.