Sometimes losing everything just means your life begins,It isn't as bad when you open your eyes, and your life is yours again,
You can see things from a new perspective,
Never worry about life being hectic,
Because when you've been knocked down and you've had nothing to say,
You know that you have yourself to rely on,
And that is worth it at the end of the day,

Sleep

Sleep evades; alas, it is late,
But night is the time that my thoughts plague,
I toss about, tangled in covers, my mind running with the time of the clock,
To find myself thinking, It is not a shock,
My heart is aching, desire of what cannot be,
The only time I allow it to run free,
Midnight sounds and still sleep still taunts me,
I want so badly to go that when I dream,
I want so badly to wake that I scream.
So here I lie, staring at the ceiling,
Lying awake, with this empty feeling.

Within the Heart Lies More

I write with poets pen,
I cannot be caged, I have fire within,
I cannot stand back, I tip toward the war,
I wage with the enemy, it burns to the core.

Heal

You have to bleed before you heal,
And stand after you kneel,
You cannot die before you live,
You have to take after you give.

Alive?

What is the point of living if there is no life?
And then, what is the point of life if there is no love?
I am not alive, just because I am breathing,
Oh liar liar, you're so good at deceiving,
But who is this staring back at me? This mirror image, yet it doesn't breathe,
Save me from this life I can't begin to start leaving,
I'm not alive just because I'm breathing...

Sneak Peek!!!

"You're not like other girls, Sweetheart," Mom patted her shoulder in the most annoying fashion.
She'd said it a million times, and Faith always had the same reply, "I know."
And boy, she knew.
Ever since the accident-which she recalled with fuzz on the edges-she hadn't been the same.
Trying for the thousandth time to reach the cup on the bottom shelf of the cupboard, she still couldn't reach it.
And for the thousandth time, she wished she could stand up and use her paralized legs.

My head is aching from this silence,
And my heart beating is all I hear,
Except you lyin' to yourself,
Sayin' there's nobody else,
Well, I get your drift,
You're gonna switch lanes and shift,
Pass all the signs and take all the money,
In the middle of nowhere, run out of gas,
Well, you deserve it, honey.