Days

On my best days I’m a storm
blowing through the world,
knocking down anything
which blocks my path
or raining down my love

On my worst days
I am a disaster
A mess of a human
all emotion, tragedy, and darkness
A tsunami swallowing cities whole

But everyday, I’m still me
whether the world sees it
I won’t break to make others ok
All that does is kill my storm
but doesn’t calm my seas

✨Deferential Devil✨

Tell Me

How does one settle
after a life of flight or fight
To finally learn self-worth,
with boundaries so strict
an army couldn’t penetrate

How does one live
without fear of destructive ‘love,’
fear of painful and swift reprisal,
crippling self-doubt, and self-hate

How to sleep after it all…
Tell me there is a balance
between the former darkness
and the newest light
so the pendulum swing isn’t so extreme

✨Deferential Devil✨