Of Paper Dreams

So, if you're okay with it,
Today,
I'll fly you off on my paper plane...
Wave goodbye to your stationery,
For we'll sweep right out of the window,
I think the wind will make for a slightly bumpy ride,
But you might like the touch of it on your skin.
We'll let the tall grass tickle our feet,
Before we land into the puddle.
And then,
We'll turn it into a boat.

Of Misplaced Pride

Do not tell me how you can move on easy,
Or how you don't care for mush.
Do not congratulate yourself,
For how you can now compartmentalize your brain and thinking,
And not be overwhelmed by life sometimes.
Do not tell me how you've mastered the art of not feeling,
Or how perfectly conscious you are at all times, that life goes on...
Do not claim as strength,
How grief no longer impedes your routine,
Or the world fails to excite you,
Or people, surprise you,
And how your eyes refuse to shine anymore...
Do not tell me how songs and words no longer move you,
And how much heartbreak you can take on, with a smile,
Or how people can never tell what you're thinking or feeling,
Cause you can hold up a straight front...
Have no pride there...
Or even, in how you no longer bleed for anything or anyone, anymore.
Do not think of it as a great feat...
I know how much effort it takes,
I am just not sure, its worth it.
Do not preach denial as rationality or balance,
Do not dress fear as courage or freedom.
Do not tell me how sensible you are,
Now that you hurt less the last time they cut you,
And how your arteries have now grown numb to pain...
You know you died a little then,
And you die a little each time you hurt less,
But growing up, isn't the same thing as dying...
Do not mistake incapacity to hope for wisdom.
I have nothing to learn from you,
If you cannot show me how to breathe...
I may not wear wisdom well,
But I am okay with it.
My life still halts with a jolt sometimes,
I get thrown right off the track often,
But I get on, back on, as and when I can.
I still crave butterflies and heartbreaks,
Silly laughter and mischief,
I am sorry, I am happier a child...
But I am, happier a child.
And I, still need things and people I love,
But its okay if they have to go sometimes,
I learn to make do with what I have,
And not need them to stay...
I still smile when I see something new,
And still try to be excited,
I do not forgo life for what I might lose,
And I will not have you tell me I should.
For you may be wise...
But I, I am alive.

No Redemption, Here

I still see blood when I look at my hands,
But on his face, you come alive sometimes...
I suppose you would still want to know,
So I'll tell you, the only thing I know...
You will find no redemption here...
Although,
I think, I have finally learnt to forgive myself,
I haven't forgiven god yet.