I am a well
of subtle eccentricities,
a spring of mild irregularities,
a reservoir
of imperfect peculiarities,
a stream of
a million and one fantasies.
Each droplet contains
a different blend,
a cocktail of my inner self,
a mixture of who I am
and where I will one day be.
I am a vortex of imagination,
a cyclone of self-destruction,
a whirlpool of love.
When it feels hard to cope,
I am the downpour of song,
a storm surge of devastation,
a torrent of devotion,
a sprinkling of emotion,
a rainfall of discretion
and a sunrise of hope.
I am a multitude of things
some conflicting,
all make me uniquely me.
Sometimes
the blend is wrong,
sometimes my tongue
becomes tied.
I have history inside,
a story to share
about how I got from there
and winded up here. I have tears
that have become rivers on my face,
I have scars that can never be erased.
I have memories
that bring me out in sweats,
I have fear
and it never let's me forget
But I am strong,
I have fought hard and long,
I fell so far and kept falling
but I climbed higher
than I had begun.
I nearly died more
than a few times
and was reborn
when truth found me
begging on the ground.
I lived a lie and found
the truth in another calling.
I won't say that my irregularities
don’t sometimes get to me,
or that its easy
to get to know the real me,
I am still learning to be
who I am supposed to be.
I still hide away sometimes
in my own reality,
but each day I take another stride
into the world that gave birth to me.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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