Freedom lives on

Is there another place,
Another time for me to be free...
To spread my wings and fly as one with my brothers

In air, I see
Mountains and valleys
With rivers stretching as far as the eye can see,
On land, I feel
The dirt between my claws
The air in my feathers
Inside, I hear
The snakes that slither around
The mice that scurry about
Forever, I am
The thing that represents freedom
The creature no one can touch
In all, you know
That I am, the eagle
With which you do not care for
That darkness soaring in your skies
That beckoning sight you see fly with grace

New life? Or another nightmare?

During a move we always wonder if we're starting a new life or another nightmare.

Haven't you ever wondered what life will be like if certain things never happened? I have. Which is why I am creating this piece. Mainly so people have an idea of what exactly to think and expect out of a situation.

During hard times, we create this picture in our that everything will be okay. And soon we start to believe that, until the worst happens. And soon you can't explain to your friends why you're so quiet. Why you're so distant from everyone else.

And the next thing that makes your life so terrible, the move. Sometimes it starts with a divorce or one of your parents is having an affair. Either way, the results is always a move, to start a new life or try too. And you wonder if this will be good for you and your siblings.

And for you to think this, puts you on edge, makes you want to protect your siblings from anything and everything that seems out... Of place. Like maybe, whichever parent you're with, starts drinking. Heavily. And you feel its your duty to protect your siblings from the abuse that will soon come.

And so we wonder, whether we move to start a new life, or create another nightmare.

-TG

Thoughts

Pain, I have conjured, is just a feeling of emptiness within your chest of those who leave your side. An unbearable loss of those you thought cared for you.
But is it the pain we cannot stand? Or is there something different that we hide, never show to anyone, that makes us feel the  everyday?
Somehow there is a way we conquer all the things said to us and the fact that we, as living beings, survive the harshness of the words that plague us with all the Pain.