To Be Alive

Empty parchment, dusty strings
Lost in the quiet that summer brings

The pressured air, the exhausting heat
I barely feel my heart beat

I miss the winter's grace, her music fair
Singing life into me with her crisp clear air

A whispered wish, softly flows to the shore
To greet this moment and feel alive once more

The Struggle to Fly

I'm edgy, rough, shaky
Confused by the feeling
Judging myself for breathing
For speaking, for thinking

I feel myself sinking
Back down to the material world
My wings sullied by forces of destruction
Pulling from within me

Screaming to be set free
I fight to stay still
Few inches gained, but also
Few inches lost against my will

I will never stop fighting
But will I ever make strides
I beg to draw closer
To where Your essence resides
I am fighting the darkness
Your distant light my only guide