Will you dance with me in the rain, not just the sun? Will you walk with me in the darkness, when I try to go alone? Pull me back from its grasp when it devours me. Remind me who am I again, because I can no longer see. Blow on the light of my soul, make it burn again. When it dims to embers, will you help me remember? Who I am and where I’m from. Will you point out the stars and call them home? Will you carry me back there when I’m gone? Remember me with a smile, memories, and fondness? Will you forgive my trespasses, my hauntedness? Take the light that once was mine, pass it on to humankind. Speak my name once in a while, to keep a piece of me alive. Remember me so all of me doesn’t die. The darkness comes for the brightest light, I just wasn’t able to win this fight. The sadness crept in, in silence, in quiet. A thief, a liar, the robber within and he talked me into to going with him.
Published by izzysconfessions
I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak. View more posts