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44 · May 8
The Pit
Dylan May 8
A sea of my own personal demons
Each one with their specialty
Targets they poke and **** at
They are masters of their craft

They rip and tear at me
Gaining chunks of me as trophies
Pushing me towards the fire
Cheering as I draw closer

They aim to break me
There is nothing they want more
They want to see me reduced
Reduced to nothing more than ash

With the fire engulfing me I march on
Blisters and burns won't stop me
The trophies they have taken were in vain
I never needed those pieces

They wanted me to fail
But I have failed
Over and over again
Each time shaping me

They can't break me
The fire has forged me
Made my will into steel
My soul into diamond

I emerge from the flames
Victorious
Empowered
Renewed as a phoenix

Until the next time I'm dragged into the pit
43 · May 8
Shattered
Dylan May 8
I'm shattered
A broken mess of fragments
They are scattered across the floor, hundreds of them
Some I adore
Some I hate
Some are hate
Where did I put the love?
It was here just a moment ago

Catastrophe like this can't come overnight
It happens over time
So slowly that I barely noticed
Nine years to be exact
That's when I broke off the first piece and handed it to another just for it to be discarded

It was a flawless surface
There was not a single imperfection
Now the shards fall off daily
I've tried to contain the damage
Gluing the pieces back together
They fall so fast and this **** glue never holds

Even if it did there would be cracks
Scars that advertise the trauma
And to think, it was almost perfect, just the smallest flaws

Its empty now
A shell of what was
Theres nothing left
Just these jagged blades glistening
Mocking me
Reminding me of the reflection that once was
What only had a few chips


There's the love
Just a splinter but I take what I can get

Wading through the glass is worth it
Finding each piece to shove back into place
Why did they leave?
I didn't give this much willingly
They wanted to be free
But why?
We only had cracks before

At least I get to choose
Just the shards that I like the best
The rest can lay here, ready for the next person
Organized into a distorted image of what was
It was so beautifuly flawed

Its for the best
After all, I'm not sure these ever did fit
Perfection is earned
It's built on epiphany
It was a broken mess from the start

I'm shattered, not broken
40 · May 8
The Forest
Dylan May 8
How did I get here?
The twisted paths can't be mapped
They are felt
Followed by intuition

The ground behind is beaten
Experience already gained
It's elegance appreciated
Terrain conquered

Scattered rays break through
Revealing a way forward
Highlighting life
Each route showcased in it's own beauty

Shrouded by leaves
Obstacles are obscured
Each trail it's own challenge
Eager to test wills

There are no wrong answers
The dim paths have their place
Lessons to be taught
Roots to embrace

Growth is inevitable
The towering trees once seeds
Nurtured by their surrounding
Encouraged to reach the sky

How I got here doesn't matter
I'm where I belong
31 · May 8
Freedom
Dylan May 8
The grand illusion
Nothing more than a fairy tale
I've bled for you
Snapped bones
Lost friends, brothers, sisters
I would have died for you
How nieve of me
To think you were a right
Something that could be given
I should have known you would forsake me
You promise hope
Yet you shackle anyone who buys in
And I bought in
Head first with everything I have
*******
You're a scheme, propaganda
But that's the game
The price to play is bloodshed
What would you care?
It's never yours anyway

— The End —