While the Emotion is Still Raw

While the Emotion is Still Raw

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Souls Painted Red.
by Faranza Syns

She knocked on your windowpane,
Just to see if you were doing okay,
Just to see if you were in pain,
Unafraid, she'd asked away,
She shouldn't have done that.

Because, you see,
You are doing fine,
There's no shattered glass in your eyes,
No exhausted shadows smeared,
Under your clear eyes so dear.

And she sees
Her guilt, convincingly staged,
On a battlefield laid to waste,
Had no right to be,
No claim to exist,
Just overblown excuses - emotions wrongfully played,
A sole prisoner in this torn war she'd waged.

Apologies aside,
She shouldn't have come knocking,
To see a glimpse of tear-stained grief;
Because all she now sees, is guiltless peace,
The silence calm of a sneering masterpiece,
A Mona Lisa smile that jeeringly leaves
The other suspended in no reprieve.

Fresh wounds paint her battered soul red,
She stood out there as the white cotton bled,
Seeing that hateful smile you are sporting,
In her mind, "I shouldn't have come knocking."

Benchmark

Benchmark

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Nobody likes looking back to yesterday and thinking, "I got it so good back then. When did everything start becoming crap?" It's a question I like asking myself - and a question my insecurities likes to bury away with a vengeance - and whole lot of binge eating. 

Whee. And now here I am, trying to make things better, or at least bearable.

I suppose you can say I'm making head way, but it's a long way to go. It's time to really try something to the best of my ability instead of running scared at the first sign of crippling failure.

Time to stop running.