*You Are Your Own *

Unleash the demon of anger built within our human clay. Not knowing at times where it was bred nor where emotion finds the adequate space to hide. Taking all your physical might to supress the killer who will crucify the spirit within you. Verbally conducting in a manner in which to hide the cuts and bruises, the bleeding heart you hold in your hands. Feeling unable to stop the vicious circle which only drowns you deeper under the bloody water. Handcuffed by the inability to release your fear, and to follow the dreams you fall asleep to at night. Slowly sinking to the bottom of the well, looking up to see the dim light at the top. With every last amount of strength you can muster, you kick with ferverance to reach the top. Every moment in your measly shell flashes before your blinded eyes. You are your own demise and hold your life within the very hands the sands of the sea flows through. As the sands of the sea are unnumbered so is your aptitude to dream bigger than the sea. Stand on the beach, sand passing through your phlanges, throw to the wind, and let the dream fly.