I’ll Rise

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My mind is tired and my soul aches
and I can feel myself sink into this saudade
but, like air, I’ll rise

I can feel the shadows shudder,
and darkness blooms while passion wanes
but, like air, I’ll rise

But this heart is a lioness, scared of nothing,
and I will always forge a way
because, like air, I’ll rise

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by broken_isnt_bad

 

Waiting To Rise

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We are teardrops and wishes,
a trail of whispers
trapped in glass jars
We call ourselves
unbreakable,
but there are cracks
in our fragile hearts,
and those memories
the ones we pretend
don’t exist,
are simply waiting
for resurrection
They live in
those empty spaces,
longing for moments
when the sky is black,
mist and moonlight,
waiting to be spilled
so they can rise
with the night

Breath of Words 4/16/17

photo by Omerika