Another Point Of View

What if everyone DID believe in you? What if you didn’t have to feel as if you needed to prove yourself to anyone because you knew that they all thought you could do anything you wanted? What if people constantly gave you encouragement and told you that they support you? Think about if all those people that told you that you couldn’t do something, all told you that you COULD do whatever you put your mind to. Imagine a support system so strong that no one pointed out your failures but all awaited your success. What if everyone around you told you that you were destined for greatness and that nothing could stop you or get in your way? How about if you had great role models and people to look up to that accomplished their dreams?

Now imagine…

Being fearful and defeated, holding in dark secrets and insecurities. Ashamed of past failures and terrified to fail again. Walking around with the “curse of perfection” while trying to figure out what everyone is thinking of you.

Any Pressure?

In Mourning

Dearly Beloved…I have been in denial of your death. I await your presence any day now, thinking that you will be here with me like you use to be. Your absence is now too much for me to ignore. It bothers me that I can’t remember your essence or what made you, you. It frustrates me that when I close my eyes and imagine you, I can’t see you clearly. People use to call you fearless, but I fear that I won’t remember you that way. Your passing as been detrimental to me. I sometimes feel as if I never knew you at all and that it was all just a dream that you were once here. Functioning without you is almost impossible, unbearable and miserable. I actually need you in my life to survive. Why did you leave me? I try to channel you back through inspiration, faith and patience but still nothing. Everyone else has moved on without you, but I can’t! It’s hard waking up every morning going to the mirror and not seeing you. As much as the reflection looks the same, you are not there. The only way I make it through the day is to look deep into those eyes staring back at me and pretend you are still here.

Strangled

Each breath is becoming more and more painful to take, I can feel my flesh begin to burn as the blood builds up around my pressured veins. My eyes are expounded but my vision blurry. My body becomes limp and un-useable while my arms dangle down by my sides. Heart beats are slowly decreasing and my feet pulsate as a ticking time clock. The only thing that seems to be functioning is my brain but nothing is left to do, it’s too late. As I take my last breath, I have one last flash back on how the very thing that I never thought could stop me was my murderer…FEAR

Stepping Out Of The Background

When did I step into the shadow? Never wanting to be the behind-the-scene Technician or the Back Ground Dancer, yet I’ve reduced my role each time. No one pays that much attention to the last name on the credits but the slightest mistake can be found in the spelling of the first name that roles up. The star of the show bears all the criticism both good and bad. The forerunner of the show holds all responsibility for the success or failure of their performance. What risk they take to be the Star. What challenges they overcome to stand another performance day after day. What resilience they have to give their best each and every time no matter what the outcome. The Star quality comes way before they hit the stage, way before they speak the first word or sing the first song. It starts from within when that inner voice is saying “I can do it.” When obstacles are turned into opportunities and failures into lessons, is when the inner Star shines the brightest.

Companion

Just inches away yet you keep your distance. I never have to ask for you twice, you are right where I know you will be. You don’t make me feel as if I owe you anything or that my submission is your power over me. I like the way you make me feel without words. You always leave me with a smile on my face and no pressure to contain my feelings or express them.

The Real Games

I’m laughing at you insensitive ploys yet I’m suppose to fall all over you. When did it become okay for the guy to care only about himself (out loud) I at least pretend to be sensitive to your feelings, I at least pretend to enjoy your company and I can hold a conversation as if I’m listening. But if all my efforts are only shielding my guilty conscious from the fact that I’m only holding on for the perks, how do you so easily ignore your conscious from reminding you about your ulterior motives? We are both here for the wrong reasons yet I’m the only one who seems to think this is unhealthy. Is it okay for us to put our motives on the table, open and honestly? Or do you think you could handle the truth? Will you label me as something I would never want to become if you only knew what kept me near? It’s an obvious yet oblivious game with play. It’s perfectly fine for you to only want me for one thing but if it were known that I pretended to want you for one thing then who would I be?

Until The Next Episode

My head hurts, my stomach is in knots, my mouth becomes dry with each swallow of anticipation. I feel the beating of my heart all the way down in my toes. My palms begin to sweat and I start to lose my balance. Meals of the past want to escape my body. My body temperature increases by the seconds, I'm getting hotter and hotter. I begin to unbutton my shirt, grabbing on straps, sleeves, whatever I can to try and cool off. Why don't I have feeling in my arms and hands? My speech becomes slurred as my mouth erupts with earlier consumption. Just when I think it might be over, I start loosing it...small black spots appear in my site as my vision begins to fail. Small black spots turn into large black spots, then complete darkness. I close my eyes. Where did everyone go? Whats happening to me? Am I blind? Will my site return? In and out, in and out, my breathing triples in pace as I start to hyperventilate. Will anyone help me? Will they know what to do? What will they think of me? Oh God, help me!
DARKNESS...SILENCE...
The hair stands up on my arm as I shiver from chills. My skin embraces the cool air being fanned on me by another. "Open your eyes and drink this water," another voice says. I hesitantly open my eyes, I can see! I'm freezing, Ive ripped away most of my clothing. Trying to catch my breath, I cover up and sip on the water placed in front of me. Thanking my strangers for caring, I reassure everyone including myself that I am okay. I got through it and I'm okay. Embarrassed by the by standing stares, I compose myself, stand on two feet and prepare to walk through the whispers. I'm thankful and frightful at the same time. I came through it again...until the next episode.