The spirit in me
Is ruthless and hates to slumber
Tireless it wanders
Creating pictures and ideas
That may manifest
In the best ways possible
But then it stops to take a breath
And that’s when the doubt comes in
She twirls around the spirit
Whispering sweet nothings
Seducing Spirit to give up.
That nothing it does is worth it
That nothing it does will ever be good enough
For anyone
Not even for myself
But the spirit is strong
Just like my ancestors.
My ancestors where strong and fierce warriors.
Some who never gave up until they took their last breath.
So as much as doubt hits me and seduces me,
I
Cannot
Fall.

From the moment we became a union
My mind, my heart, and my body
All thought of you.
You were constantly running through me.
Every hour, minute to every millisecond
was just You.

Only to find out,
You have given me the worst gift of all.
Now, I am suffering from the disease of heartbreak.

How treacherous and blind
A first love is.
Painful yet sweet.
Bitter but happy.
May I find peace between these dualities.