'happiness'
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I try to put pieces of the puzzle together and make every single one fit, but I lose focus. And in returning to the puzzle, I receive more pieces even more jumbled then the first set. I struggle and struggle to make them fit.
In the pitch black darkness
I find my light
Not one or two or three
But many luminescent colors
Swirl and morph into shapes and objects
Freedom at its finest
Inner thoughts emerge
Misbeliever, Inept, Callous
It is me, an orphaned sapien
Treading over the vaccancy
Pricked by putrid thorns
Life, a blinded prophet
Balanced on judgement
"Go, find someone!"
In Garden of actions,
We were different;
We were different before paying bills
We were different before heartbreak
We were different before going out into the world.
The world;
A matrix of experiences,
Mothers, talking the bottle warmer or the nob that starts the washing machine. The mothers Brickell, Clorox queens, mattered with milk stains, skin dry and calloused from work but glowing faintly, loud over their children’s cries.
To overcome is hard
For me, the first step was just the start
We were standing about twenty feet apart
I started walking up to them and they put up their guard
You are incredible.
Much like prized jewels.
Precious in all your ways.
You are so much stronger than you allow yourself to be.
My thoughts race of you like the speed of light, to uncover what is true, your height? enough so that I'm able to look up to you.
My thoughts race of you like the speed of light, to uncover what is true, your height? enough so that I'm able to look up to you.
Dear irrational insecurities,
Only a parasite that thrives, a ghost
Unbelieving of complements and praise
You know who you are,
The one that everyone said would be perfect for me
The one who I sacrificed things for
The one my family loved
The one that I loved
