05.09.02
A walk through my life, a look through my history–
The pain and the strife, the joy and the fury,
The memories stored and the records by knife,
What I lived for and bore, what others can see.
Moments I share or fear from the past
that wear me out or repair me at last.
Forever a mark on this heart which embarks
On this dark and weary trail... some people care.
Remembrance of time spent weaved in a rhyme
Where dirt and grime chipped away at my being,
Molding a tense and hard heart in this thing
And hence, hopefully, it brings one more sublime.
Recollections slapped on my fragile memory.
They're trapped there forever from which my mind taps
And raps ever on as warnings for me
To see, believe, sever hope and sap energy.
Forever I must learn to believe and to trust
In the words that drip love but also are just;
And as I look above, I'm refreshed by a gust
Of peace, pure and lovely, no trace of lust.
Battling lies and tossing out 'why?'s
That entangle my mind from those that fly by
Who try ever more to bring forth my demise
And damage my worth and draw out loud cries.
Standing on what I've built my life 'round;
Straining my ear to the sounds that resound
Everywhere- In the air, in the ground.
Focus right there... it is here I am found.
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