StrongAfter so many sacrificesStrong by blackstar707
I am wearing thin
And losing all the hope I had within
But I guess that's what love really is
Sometimes it's hit or miss
Letting go of the things
I'd rather hold onto
(Even as the tears sting my eyes
I will not give in
When the memories stain my mind
My heart will heal again
I, will be strong. I, will be strong)
Day by day I hold back
what I really feel
Convincing others that this mask is real
I know some day that the pain will cease
Then I can taste that sweet release
I will be myself again
And I will stand even if it's easier to fall
It's hard to be strong
Believe me, I know
But it wouldn't be called strength
If it was easy to let go
I will hold on to myself
So one day I can be strong for someone else
Written By: Sarah McCary
March 19th, 2015
Only a BruiseHolding on to something that's already goneOnly a Bruise by blackstar707
It's time for me to let you go and move on
I'm not everything you hoped I would be
We can't change who we are
So you made the choice to be free
while I watched from afar
(It's only a bruise
The pain will fade with time
I have paid my dues
and now I'm turning with the tide
It may not seem like it now
But I'll get through this somehow
It's only a bruise)
The night deepens around me and it breaks my heart
to know that what we could be has just fallen apart
I know you never meant to hurt me
Change is a part of life
My only hope is that we can see
and embrace this distant light
I need time to heal from this
It's the simple things that I'll miss
It's so hard to let you go
but now I know
I finally have the strength to see
as I light the fuse
You say it wasn't meant to be
I say it's only a bruise
Written By: Sarah E. McCary
February 11th, 2015
StormFighting to keep my head above the surfaceStorm by blackstar707
But, I'm slipping under
Trying to breathe, to find my purpose
before my hope is torn asunder
The storm rages in my soul
And I can't seem to let it go
Thought it's taken quite a toll
the winds continue to grow
(When the rain falls down
the thunder shakes to me the core
Battered into the ground
by my own eternal war
As I begin to fall
while the tension fills my lungs
a fading dream so small
will falter on my tongue
to be lifted into the light
and vanish from my sight)
I've come to learn by now
life is composed of rainy days
Still I pray somehow
for sunlight to take away my pain
Though I drift from the glow
into the frigid night
something within my soul
conjures the will to fight
(Let the rain fall down
and thunder shake me to the core
I will rise from this ground
cause I know more than before
As I stand up tall
and breathe new life into my lungs
my dreams ascend above it all
a song parades across my tongue
to be lifted into the light
and my soul
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There's a kid playing a trumpet across the street from my apartment, belting out a few familiar notes from the Star Spangled banner. However, only some of the notes are of musical merit while the others are grating upon my eardrums.
I appreciate the sentiment, considering it is September 11th. It's been thirteen years since the decimation of the world trade center. It was a dark day that remains fresh in the minds of those who were there; who lost loved ones in the burning and crumbling wreckage of those two gleaming towers that once stood with pride over the New York City landscape.
And, as the national anthem is continuously butchered outside my window by a kid who should be at home asleep, I lie in my bed and remember my third grade classroom and the news footage on the library TV. I remember feeling confused when studying the concerned faces of the adults surrounding me. Even though I was young and didn't fully grasp what was happening, the sadness in my heart was real that day, as it continues to be real to this day on September 11th, 2014 when I have a larger understanding of the senseless hate that was thrust upon our great country.
So, thank you random trumpet kid for the show of patriotism. Despite your disrespect to neighboring people trying to get some sleep, (and lack of musical ability) you have won my quiet appreciation.
God bless America.
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I am a Christian and have no regret in saying it. All of my hope is in God, for He is the only one who truly knows who I am.
I'm a self taught artist, which means I've only grown by studying other artists styles and then applying what I learn in my own work. I try to be well rounded in my art. Writing is my passion, but drawing, music, photography, and film-making are things I enjoy as well. My gallery speaks for me on these matters so please take a look.
I'm a good listener, a reckless dreamer, and a little on the quiet side.
I have an incredible appreciation for art in every form. Art is creation, and creation is beautiful.
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