Breaking the Illusion

At times you sit

In the darkness wondering,

What is it that I’m hearing?

What is it that I’m seeing?

Is this a vision,

is this a message

that I’m meant to be receiving?

While I sit and wonder

Can anyone else

Hear these words

That are echoing in my head,

Or see the epiphanies

Dancing, shaking,

Falling before my eyes?

Do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

These voices swarming

Inside my head,

Thoughts that are mangled,

Or incomplete,

Screaming for attention,

To be heard,

To be seen,

To be shaped and moulded

And put into a message

To give to someone else.

To give to those

in need of answers.

To give to those of

You who can’t see

what’s in front of you!

Where you see peace,

I see destruction.

Where you see fun,

I see self-harm

Much more violent

than hidden acts

in your room when

you feel nothing at all

and much more damaging

than a sharpened blade.

It’s standing in front

Of you screaming

In your face,

Wake up and see

All The damage that

you’re doing,

not just to yourself,

but to all those

around you.

Your way of life,

A constant pursuit of joy,

In vain as you’ll

Never find it where

You like to look.

Open your eyes and

Picture it if you can,

An endless cycle

That you don’t want

To escape from,

Trapped like the line

Forming the edge of

a circle,

destined to go round

till you’re as long

as a piece of string.

Do you see an end?

Do you see a goal?

Why even bother

If week in week out,

You do the same thing.

Make money,

Spend it.

Labour for money,

Throw it away.

Painstakingly earn

A handful of pennies

Just to fund another lap

Around you’re closed

Circuit track.

Take heed and notice

Before it’s too late.

Listen to the voices.

Accept what you see.

Change your ways

Before you drag everyone else

Who’s following Your lead

To their own dark room

And leave them there

To find the light

Switch for themselves.

Look closely now

At what’s in front of you.

Look past the illusion

Presented by those

Who are also misguided.

Listen to that voice

Speaking inside your head

And now tell me

If you see what I see.

Sky High

Sometimes

We get stuck,

Confused by our own

Mess of thoughts and emotions,

Not sure what to do

Or where to go.

 

Sometimes

We try to dig ourselves out,

Try to make sense

Of it all,

And take the road

We think is right.

 

Sometimes

By doing that

We end up

In a deeper situation

Than the one we started with,

An even bigger problem

With an even bigger pile

Of thoughts and emotions,

Or we end up

Tearing down

The foundations

We already had.

 

In these times

We need direction,

We need guidance.

We cannot do things

Alone

And expect to succeed.

 

Instead

We should look for direction

Look for this guidance,

But not from somewhere

Below,

But from somewhere

Sky high.