Rise

Rise from the smoldering coals 
Of your past
Throw off that cloak of lies
Shake off the ashes of your guilt
You would give your life for them
So do it now 

Defeat the beast inside 
Shut out the howling of the
Wolves
Because you are a knight

There is more to you than 
The blood of your sins
And crumbled dreams
And the screams of your past
The voices you can't shut out

You've been hiding
Under dark curtains
But now it's time
To Rise

They need you
Crushed under the fist you once served
And you won't turn your back now 
And let them die

Because even though you deny it
You were forged in the white-hot furnace
And you'll never be the same
Honor grew within your heart
It's straining to break free

You see yourself in their haunted eyes
The boy you used to be
The weak hope you used to carry
The fear you used to feel
Before your heart went numb

You're no longer a boy
It's time to become a man
And the sword you once drew in guilt and shame
Will now be raised
To slay that dragon 
Before the flames devour
The young and innocent

This is the reason you're still alive
You longed for death 
In a heartbeat and you 
Lived a dead life
But don't die for the wrong reason

This is the right reason
You are their last hope
And you don't have to live your past
Any longer

Your heart is good
Your sword is sharp
You're a different man
Than you used to be

So now... Rise.

This is the story of one of my characters, Marek. He has a bad past, and has caused a lot of pain, and endured a lot of pain. But he has a good heart, buried under all the chains of numbness and guilt. And a part of him is trying to break free. But he has to step up and stand against the forces he used to serve, because they are going to destroy everything he ever cared for. He has to take courage and rise against them.

Candle In the Dark

You're the sunrise, the fiery dawn

Burning away

The lurking shadows of the night

You're that bright star in the inky night sky

Shining like a crystal of hope

You're the moon

Chasing away midnight with a milky glow

You've been a candle

On all those dark and stormy nights

When I got lost in my wondering

And wandered these halls

So don't you ever let the flame go out

'Cause I can't even imagine

How dark this place would feel without you

Wild

She's a wild creature

In her eyes lives no fear.

She's lived a thousand years

In the wilderness.

Her spirit refuses to be restrained.

Try to trap her,

And she will slip

Through your fingers,

Elusive as the wind.

Her skin is dark from the desert sun,

Scars etched like white trails,

A map of her journey

Through the desert.

But she thrives.

She tamed the wild horse

And the wolf trots by her side.

She drinks from the cactus

And doesn't feel the thorns.

She's seen the face of war

It has made her stronger

Wilder

d'Artagnan Drawing

Recently I watched the first couple episodes of the BBC series The Musketeers, and I love it! XD So I started drawing the characters. This one is d'Artagnan.

http://shandarh.deviantart.com/art/d-Artagnan-584859928

Can't Let You Go

When I knelt to gather

The pieces of my shattered heart

I found that some of them 

Were missing

Because you had taken them 

With you when you rode away.

You tugged on my heartstrings

But then ripped them out

Leaving me bleeding

And I hate that I can’t let you go.

My heart is a locked box

And I gave you the key

But you threw it away.

My heart is a rose, fragile

But you plucked all the petals

Leaving nothing but thorns

And I hate that I can’t let you go.

My heart is a diamond

That you could have set in a ring

But you threw it into the gutter

And I hate that I can’t let you go.

You stole my heart from me

Like the thief you are

And I want it back so bad.

I should hate you

But I can’t

You betrayed me

But now I betray myself.

 

This poem is written from the point of view of a character of mine. Another character, someone she really cares about, betrayed her and she sent him away, but she hates that she still cares despite the betrayal and she just can’t let him go even though she wants to more than anything.

Proof

Of being a survivor...

Yes, I feel pain

but that is because I am not numb.

I have cracks

but that's how the light trickles in.

I am broken

but I am not crushed.

I am missing pieces of my heart

but that is because I have loved.

I have nightmares

and that is because I have experienced fear

and yes, I am terrified of losing,

but that is because I have a reason to care.

I have cried myself to sleep

but I have also laughed until I cried.

I have a past

but that means I have a future too.

No, I am not perfect

and I'm actually kinda messed up.

I have bullet holes

but all the scars I'm covered in

are the proof

I have survived battles.

I feel pain because I am real

I can laugh because

I am still alive.