#thesewordsareours

[thesewordsareours]

And I want to let you go.

And I want to let you know

That I'm spinning out

I'm spinning around

In my head.

And I want to pull you close.

And I want to pull your clothes

Up over your head

Come back to the bed

In my home.

And I want to shed a tear

And I want to shed my fear

To be free to roam

Oh how I have grown

In my heart.

[thesewordsareours]

What Healing Looks Like

You've built a wall to block the pain.

You've realized the wall is holding you back more than it is protecting you.

And it takes so much work to maintain. It's exhausting.

You start to realize that you are capable of feeling pain without breaking.

You are willing to feel pain to stop feeling this way.

Trapped. Angry. Hurt. Tired. Anxious.

You put down your sword and walk to the wall.

You're looking for a rope to scale it and jump to the other side.

If only you could just get over it.

It starts to crumble.

You panic and patch it up. You're holding your sword again.

When did that happen?

You put it down and look for the rope.

There is no rope.

You cannot just get over it.

And that's okay.

You find a door. A much easier way. The only way.

With your hand on the handle, you start to freak out.

You know what it's like on this side of the wall.

Though not ideal, it's familiar and known.

You don't know what's on the other side of the door.

You take a deep breath and remember the only thing to fear is the pain of an emotion.

You remember that you are strong enough to handle pain without a wall. Without a sword or a shield.

You're desire to feel love and freedom and to share love and freedom outweigh your fear.

You open the door.

You walk through and feel the wall surrounding you. All the pain and fear that created it. You feel it. You cry. You keeping walking through.

And then you're through. You turn around and the wall has disappeared. Like it was never there.

Like it was all in your head.

You turn back to the present and see the sunlight. It warms your skin and lights your soul.

With a smile on your face, you continue.

[thesewordsareours]

The holes that you made were mine,

But they have healed with work and time.

The debt that you owed has been forgone.

I'm waking up to a brand new dawn.

[thesewordsareours]

If the limit is the sky,

You can be sure that I'll fly.

[thesewordsareours]

This life is mine, and I'm just fine finding myself on my own this time.

[thesewordsareours]

My name is mine.

Leave the last names out of it. It has nothing to do with this. Perseverance wins over inheritance every single time, and I'm still hella fine, whether or not I have a dime.

This isn't 1892. Nobody cares if your money's old or new. And I may be too young to make a name for myself yet, but I'm a safe place to place your bets.

-BM

[thesewordsareours]

"So," he said, playing with the tip of his knife. "How do we know you're going to tell the truth?"

As I sat there, watching him pace, I became certain of three things. One, the rope tying me to the chair was not done by an amateur. Two, I am likely going to die today. Three, "My last words will not be lies."

He crouched down in front of me. I looked at him. Not with defiance. With resilience. My team was going to win. We were going to save billions of lives. And if I had to die to ensure that, so be it.

He noticed this, this confidence, and poked the knife against my neck as he growled, "Where are they?"

My breath hitched, and I closed my eyes for a moment before looking at him again. I had to make sure he understood. "I'm not going to tell you."

[thesewordsareours]

I’ve wanted to write for quite some time now but I don’t know what to say.

I figure the words will come when it’s time but that time is not today.