Turmoil

I don’t know if the turmoil is bearable any longer

Where is the truth in separate worlds?

My chest is weighted by a million bricks

Each one holding its own roaring flame

I don’t know if I can go on much longer

Where the butterflies have left and the crows remain

The crows hold my hand in the thundering rain

Each one pecking at my pretty scars

I don’t know where this winding road will take me

Where will my epiphany find me?

My head is buzzing with millions of bees

Each one is fighting for a chance to speak

I don’t know if I will fade into the abyss

Where the black holes comfort my aching ribs

They swarm around me devouring me whole

Each one whispering their heart wrenching souls

I don’t know if I can believe

Where will I be if I do not stay?

My skin is crawling with micro cuts

They pain me faster than life itself

I don’t know if I’ve made the right choice

Where I stand my ground and sit up tall

Towering the world as if I can no longer bear to fall

The stairs will be calling my name

I don’t know if I can lift these bricks

Where I don’t twist my fingers and break my wrists

They are the ones towering over

Each one of them battling to reach my core

I don’t know if I can trust the crows

Where their wisdom is knotted and bowed

They teach me and feed me and make me grow

Each of them kissing my tear stained cheeks

I don’t know if I can ignore the bees

Where they torment and pound and I fall to my knees

They scratch and claw at my open wounds

Each of them pouring salt and scorching my mood