The Truth Found in Echos of No Sound

Words have come to a pause 

Giving room for echos to form

Are they echos of words whispered...

But not heard in the moment?

Or echos of the mind...

The truths that now take form

As they find seeds within the heart 

They grow with each beat that feels 

The.... Growing Silence between...

As minutes turn into hours 

The minds forms..

Reasons all its own.

Reasons for the distancing effect 

The critical effect of..

Silence.

Is the soul itself the greatest enemy?

For when left alone with echos...

It can single handedly...

Destroy.

For the truths in the echos...

Leave the mind alone to explain...

Understand the unseen.

If you set something free...

Hoping for it to return...

Set it free without a shadow of 

Doubt.

@s.vanderbilt  4.24.2017

Castles

What makes it a castle?

the shape..

the size..

or is it the image that becomes..

Captured within the mind.

A heart never grows too old;

when the time comes to sit down and play.

For the mind of the innocent...

Become the builders of the day..

and the creations...

Well... Castles, become like

Childs play

and the heart

is filled again with the joy of creating

such beautiful..

Creations.

Castles.

@s.vanderbilt 4.24.2017

On the edge

So close to slipping over 

Living right upon the edge 

On the verge of loosing grip 

Living on the edge of hurt 

The edge is what lingers here 

The strings that coordinate so pure 

Life's beating, fleeting moments 

Holding onto happiness' door 

Just a swallow of air 

That's too big for the throat 

And the face cracks the Charade 

As the soul freezes and chokes

On the edge...

Teetering so close...

Just a moment away from...

Success Story or broken soul 

On the edge...

Waiting for the winds to blow....

@s.vanderbilt 4.19.17

ME:

Me:
The things that make me think..
Make me smile...
Cause my soul to create.

I am not defined by my:
Past...
Past choices
Past loves
Past trials
Or Even my past likes or dislikes...
Because I change.

So Embrace Me
for who I am Today;
Yesterday can never be again..
                   it can never be changed..

And tomorrow I just might not be the Same.
 :)

@s.vanderbilt 4.17.17

Walls Crumble and Wings Catch Air

So the truth of life is...
well... we all have our own,
our very own list of hidden secrets
places we keep tucked behind the walls
where nothing seems to live.

Places we came from,
things we allowed to happen...
and looking upon them in our dark moments
we feel ashamed,
and so they stay... hidden behind the walls.

But what happens when one day..
you look in the mirror and feel good?
What happens when those walls are so far in..
you just don't feel effected by those moments,
but they are still in there...

This moment I will shake up the ground
under my foundation and allow..
the life to breath upon those things
tucked away so deep...
 and why?
Because I Love Me...

Yes, I was beaten,
felt like nothing,
molested in my preteen years
words to this day weave the secrets of those moments
those hurts...
Black eyes, assaults that felt endless..
an entire home can become a danger zone
when the man you love is enraged.

Yet...
I lived beyond that,
I raised strong, children I am proud of
I hold my head high because I KNOW
I am a survivor in Life
No challenge will overcome my will

I look at my image now and feel the beauty I was given
see the strength I have learned
and know...
people can never be judged by their situation
because that's all it is..
it does not define them
and that, I believe...
is the greatest gift I have received
from being the so called "victim"

As walls crumble and wings catch air...
I am free to live
free to love
free to be me and just be happy
for no reason..
just to feel freely.

@s.vanderbilt 4.17.17