I shimmied my way
Down the coastline of California
And somehow ended up
In Quebec
I thought I was headed
In the right direction
But my compass lied
Just like you have done
Repeatedly
Just as I have done
Subconsciously
It is time for me
To divorce myself
From illusions
It is time I accepted that
This smoke is a warning
Of a fire

do you know
of the true power behind
your name?
or do you rely
on fame?
although you have
a mattress
you have no bed frame
clarity is something
you cannot seem to find
it routinely
disturbs your peace of mind
do you find your prayers
remain unanswered?
no shade to Tina
but you reduce yourself
to a private dancer
sliding down the pole
of iniquity
quickly
as soon as the high
wears off
you aim for the sky
and never reach the clouds
snorting lines
upon lines
upon lines
of melodramatic mania
speeding
needing
attention
dialing for help
in search of suicide prevention
naive to the fact
that hell is not
a place you will see
when you die
naive to the fact
that you are already there

in order to awaken
i must first fall asleep
i must dream
i must experience
a few nightmares
i must die
in order to be reborn
why must i fear
when i know ascension
is near

Someone, something
Slithered over to me
And whispered in my ear
Telling me that I would
Amount to nothing
My bank account
Would never have
The right amount
In it
I would never
Be whole
Because I was empty
And incapable of
Self-preservation
If I did not depend
On another
I would surely die
If I could not
Find love
With another
I would surely die
If I did not slave
Under this corporation
That we call The United States
I would surely die
Brainwashed
Lost
Ashamed
I fell into
The trap of lack
A mindset I grew
To accept
And never question
Until one day
I discovered
The key that unlocked
My holding cell
Was the key
In my hand
In that moment
I escaped
Heading towards
Freedom Land

I had to remind myself
That I was enough
Replacing my unworthiness
With empowerment
I gathered the audacity
To stare at my reflection
No longer would
I let myself
Die slowly
No longer was I willing
To succumb to this prolonged death
One day
I will clasp
My hands together
And feel the touch of God
Until then....
I will continue to grow
Flourishing into the garden
I have neglected
The flowers I am watering
Will no longer be placed
On my casket
These will be used
For celebrations only
For birthdays, for my wedding
For the birth of my child
For my rebirth

the more
one lingers
the more
one
becomes resistant to
transformation
on the other side of the game
is where abundance
will be found
but first
in order to attain
the treasure
one seeks
one must accept
that they are the treasure
themselves