This Is Me

This is me. This is who I am. I am skulls and stars and hearts. I am music, writing, deep thoughts, lingering questions, painful memories. I am dreams, aspirations, hope for a better tomorrow. I am love, romance, friends, family. Me. I am this. This is who I am. Why is that so hard? Why is it so hard for me to say? Why is it so hard for you to accept. You who judge, who throw labels like bullets. But your aim is as accurate as your perceptions of me, and your bullets only wound. So I am alive, but in pain. Stop shooting or shoot to kill. Stop causing me this misery or end it once and for all. I will make you play the ultimate game of Choose; accept me or destroy me. But I can't make you choose because I fear your decision. In darkness there is fear, but there is also hope. If I step into the light, stand up to you and the harsh eyes of the world, even this shred of hope may be lost. So this is me, cowering in dark corners, clinging to my torn rags of hope. This is who I am. This is me.

Trapped?

Four walls surround me. Hold me in. Keep the world out. These walls have me trapped inside. They close in on me. I am a prisoner in this cave. The shadows creep in the corners and only a few drops of light shine through the crack under the door. There is no connection. No contact. Isolation. These four walls hold me captive. But am I really a prisoner? Doesn't a prisoner want to escape? Doesn't a captive want to be free? Why do I not try to leave? Why haven't I even tried to unlock the door? I do not want to be outside these walls. These walls protect me. They keep hurt out. They keep pain out. They fight off the suffering of the world. These four walls shelter me from reality. That is why I do not run. That is why I do not cry for help. I am trapped inside, but I am far more afraid of what lies outside.

believe

this is going to be my first tattoo, either on my shoulder or my ankle

God's Greatest Masterpiece

The dwindling light creates a mystical glow through the trees. The last fading rays of the fiery red sun bounce off the rippling surface of the water. The waves are like millions of tiny diamonds, not one of them perfect but together creating a masterpiece. God's masterpiece. Soon even these persistent rays will die, succombing to the night, and the scene will be filled with a peaceful darkness. The moon will appear, a ghostly image in the sky. The stars will follow, creating pictures. Animals, warriors, lovers alike will dance across the sea above, another work of God, just as beautiful as the one it looks down upon. As the night goes on, the moon and the stars will shine more fiercely than ever. Their light will be seen, dancing on the waves. The sea and the sky intertwined. Each one is a masterpiece of God, brilliant on its own. But together as one they are so breathtakingly beautiful, one can imagine nothing else so perfect. We too are each one of God's masterpieces. As individuals we are great. But if we could learn to dance in harmony as the stars and the seas, what then could we be?