Nothing can I say nor do
No words left of magic
Nothing left to move you
And thst is not what is tragic
The tragedy is the truth that cannot be seen in the light
The single truth of any moment of any night
You don’t own the darkness
It owns you
The absence of light
The personification of the truth
That is the reality
Not the dream of colors
The rainbow of hope
The world is a dark place
As hard as it is to accept
The price of being is paid in blood and steel
Broken promises and forgotten dreams
The only currency that matters in a world of truth
A world of darkness
Who are you?
Do you even know?
Are you the person you see in the mirror?
Is the person you are the same person friends and coworkers know?
Are you the same person to those you call family?
A thousand different you’s in the hearts and minds of all you knew
None are the quite the same
Each unique and all of them are you
Are you who you claim?
Would everyone describe you the same?
Would the minor details of difference make a whole?
Would how they describe you reflect what you see in the mirror?
Is it the truth or a lie?
What parts of you are you?
What is crafted into your disguise?
Would it even be a surprise?
To see what makes you
A chameleon of emotion
With the sinners devotion
Tripping thru space
Looking for your place
All the while never knowing the you
Its what you do
Its who you are
What you have become
Is simply numb
To the revelation
Of either salvation or damnation
For neither mean a thing to you
Whats life to one who is everything and nothing?
The one who is no where and every where
Yet not whole
“The admiration of the many will never equal the love of a few.”
And with the distant thunder
All my dreams are torn asunder
With the anticipation of immaculate creation
Replaced with realization of indiscriminate destruction
Faith is a currency which holds no value
As in life you learn what is true
There on my brightest days
Nowhere to be found in the darkest nights
Taking credit for victories
And passing the blame for failures
Everything I ever wanted
Yet nothing I ever needed
I learned to live
And never forgive
Blood was thick
Yet reality was quick
Genetics does not a family make
And the lie was easy to forsake
You’ll never hear those prayers
Or see the plights
Or know how haunted
The mind has become with warnings not heeded
I’ve been having a hard week. I feel like every part of who I am is under attack, and I can’t figure out how to get out from underneath. I feel heavy. I feel like my opportunities are limited. I feel like my communities are at odds with one another at times, afraid to align…
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