Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Whether you knew if it'd give me strength was not your intention.
Willful woes of your waning heart
willed me to wanderlust.
Your staunch scorns seared a surge of supremacy onto my soul,
swaying me to sovereignty.
Cascades of contempt
catalyzing a contender.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Your words, your views;
it's what I feared in myself.
Regression based on your unconscious projection,
will not be my transgression.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Thursday, January 4, 2018
Digging to Learn
Reading between the lines
between the struggle
the sorrow.
Dig deep, young love
because you're dying to thrive.
Don't sell your soul short this time.
Dig deep, young love
because you're dying to thrive.
Don't sell your soul short this time.
Monday, January 1, 2018
Generally Speaking
My voice is quivering.
Tonight, I will not flatter my frustration.
I'm ready to shout,
but the words won't come out.
Can you feel it?
Every trace of indecision
guides us to a prolonged position.
Tonight, I will not flatter my frustration.
Instead, I'll follow the beckon shinning down,
ignore the static code,
because this is my only road.
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