Come Join The Murder

There’s a black bird perched outside my window
I hear him calling
I hear him sing
He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
He sees all my sins
He reads my soul

One day that bird, he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We’ll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You’ll touch the hand of God
And He’ll make you king
And He’ll make you king

On a blanket made of woven shadows
Flew up to heaven
On a raven’s glide
These angels have turned my wings to wax now
I fell like Judas grace denied

On that day that he lied to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We’ll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You’ll touch the hand of God
And He’ll make you king
And He’ll make you king

I walk among the children of my fathers
The broken wings, betrayal’s cost
They call to me but never touch my heart, now
I am too far
And I’m too lost

All I can hear is what he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We’ll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You’ll touch the hand of God
And He’ll make you king
And He’ll make you king

So now I curse that raven’s fire
You made me hate, you made me burn
He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden
You always knew, you never learn

The crow no longer sings to me
Like Martin Luther
Or Pericles

~The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers

These are two of my favorite scenes from Sons of Anarchy. The first, because it so perfectly illustrates my own struggles, in processing all the conflicting emotions I feel after the hurt and the betrayal of people I’ve loved. In a metaphorical sense, I’ve had to “kill” them much like Jax did his mom. I have to let go of the future I believed in, and people I expected to be there. I picked the second clip, because it also beautifully captures the anger that overwhelms me, sometimes. I’m angry at any and everyone I’ve welcomed along the path that’s led me to this place I’m in, and I look at them and I think, Look what you did to me! What’s happening to me? What happened to me?

I’ve only begun to realize that much of this frustration around feeling like I’ve lost myself, is not necessarily a result of others wrongdoings. Who I am is actually a choice for me to make. No one else has the power to control the way I think, feel, act, and move on. Those things are mine to decide.

These last several long months, I’ve agonized over who and what I’ve lost. I’ve been trying to figure out who I am without them. So much has changed. I’ve gone around pretending to be someone I know I’m not. I act interested in things I’m not. I say things I don’t mean. I do things I don’t want to do. I smile when I really want to cry. I get angry and lash out because I’m scared, and too afraid to admit that to most anybody else. I keep silent when I want to speak up. I play a variety of characters for everyone, attempting to think, do, feel, and act in the ways the character they expect would.

Recently, I’ve recognized a sort of spark that’s been begging to be ignited again, within myself. I have enormous fears about allowing that to happen. Yet somehow, I’m finding just enough “fuel” to ignite that flame. I feel it growing, and it gives me strength and courage I wasn’t convinced I’d ever get back. I have an opportunity right now. I’m scared as hell to fail, if I take it. I consider what a fool I’ll prove myself to be, if I can’t make it work. I think of how badly it hurts when people pretended to cheer me on and celebrate my successes, only to abandon me when I fell down. I also wonder, what would future me be saying to me now? I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to my own question.

In this life, we are given opportunities to plant and cultivate the tiniest of seeds we’ve sown for ourselves. We can’t know when or how those opportunities will present themselves. They just do. Maybe the timing isn’t the most convenient? Maybe there are a thousand reasons you can think of to let it pass by? Somehow, I’m absolutely positive there will be regret, for chances not taken. Choosing not to seize any and every opportunity that is given will almost certainly lead to a lifetime of questioning what if. What if I hadn’t given into my fears? What if I had just believed in myself enough to take a risk on what could turn into something amazing. Something I knew I was capable of. Something I may spend the rest of my life never being offered another opportunity to do, and one day die never realizing a dream that might’ve been.

I’m standing here today, with my toes barely dipped into an ocean full of possibilities. As safe as I feel, testing the waters, I’m fully aware of a choice I must make. I have to dive in, convinced in my ability to swim, while acknowledging the possibility I might sink instead. Or, I can choose to stand on the edge of the unknown, and allow my fear of it to prevent me from ever taking a chance on myself.