It is like knowing someone like the back
of your hand, seeing pores and follicles
no one is able to glance at, only to get
kept at a length further than arms stretch, a place inbetween hugs and hand shakes.

I'm a product of where I've been,
what I said, what I've seen, all the
expectations in daylight that I dream.    
I've sold myself a chance at a reality
to achieve, everything I know I can be.

When commitment becomes a part
of who you are, loyalty is rarer to you
than plutonium in an antarctic tundra.
It is an exceptional gesture, like that of  
a love language exclusively on it's own.

If all I have left are poetic memoirs
written down to convey my purpose
I shall stand firmly by those words
inscribing the essence of thoughts
to where I have travelled before
while on a journey of experiences.

Forced into hiding
like it is sin to feel
not only good vibes
makes a person real

Every single emotion
should be given freedom
to be expressed with zeal
not judged like it's criminal.

Pretending to be hollow inside
knowing within a flood resides
drowning for a sense of self worth
validated by bias options of others.

They say to understand pain
you would have had to of felt it,
dealt a wound that left the scar
as a memory of the hurt endured.

A roar is victory
calling out to defeat
before it has reached
border lines of territory.