To Surrender My Walls

To Surrender My Walls

A Poem by Fading-to-Gray

I hope you'll look at me as i am
So far from perfect where i stand
I promise i'm trying
But theres still those days
When all my ghosts will rattle their cages
So forgive me if i'm a bit gun shy
Its just i've felt the bitter bite of that bullet one to many times
I fake it well but i think you're starting to see through
My lies about my heart being bulletproof
I stand strong with my steel walls
But underneath i'm fragile as i've been from the start
I'm not trying to be a fake
And its not like this day after day
But now and then the world gets heavy
And my mind starts spinning
Not being able to handle everyones shouted opinion
Waves crashing over, i lose all sense of direction 
At some point i think i stop breathing 
But i'm stubborn to give up my mask
Its the last strand of protection i have
I'm so used to bandaging my own wounds
And waiting on peace whenever it wants to resume
But now theres the idea that i don't have to fight it alone
To surrender and drop my walls
Cause there in your arms feels like home
Its like the tide of your breathing
Calms the raging storm into gentle waves
Suddenly i don't feel the weight of the world on my chest
And for once i am at peace
For once i find rest.

© 2016 Fading-to-Gray


Author's Note

Fading-to-Gray
any input or opinions on this would be greatly appreciated

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I like how honest this poem sounds. The wording is descriptive without being pretentious. Great overall write. a little off topic but have you ever heard the song fade into you by Mazzy Star? You should check it out, or not your choice. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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|18| aspiring author| guitar player| professional dreamer| writers mind, lovers heart, lonely soul, this was never a combination meant for peace, but then i always did find beauty in broken things. .. more..

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