Lyrics and melancholy notes rush through her,
Eroding her heartache.
Shuttered rooms and hidden tears shelter her,
Purging her mistake.
Trembling steps and curtains thrown wide,
Cast away the building darkness.
Deep breath and blinking eyes upward,
Mercy covers all.
Chelsey Whitlow
There is certainty in daydreams, Nothing risked. Nothing lost.
There is safety there, comfort, Nothing fought for. Nothing truly mine.
In daydreams, I cannot bleed…
And isn’t it by blood that we become …
Who we are meant to be?
In daydreams, I cannot bleed. And I know now…
I cannot stay.
Chelsey Whitlow
Morning settles quietly over my favorite chair,
Lingering edges of nightmares, those darker thoughts dissolving mercifully into daylight.
Curled up with sweet relief,
Comfort held steaming from my favorite coffee cup,
Restless sleep fading with each sip.
This is my sanctuary,
My safe harbor…
This morning light,
Drawing me further within the safety of rising sun.
Chelsey Whitlow
Daydreams sustained her,
Through the nightmares,
Through the darkness years.
Stories and lyrics held her,
Broken pieces wrapped in comfort and companionship.
Silent, pleading prayers of distant others,
Kept her head above the salty waves,
Hands grasping for sky and air and light.
Despair tried to extinguish her light,
Numb sorrow, to contain her always in shadow,
Fear, to burn her down to ashes….
Ah, if only they had read her real story,
the one whispered in the cracks in-between,
If only they had remembered to whom she belonged,
They would have seen…..
She was always meant to rise.
Chelsey Whitlow
