a knowledge to one's shadow
does not strip them of light.
the wicked rights
one could deem
for the wicked wrongs
happened to have
threatened me to
a submission
of power's abuse.
a prison was never my
purpose,
but maybe my solitude.
hell was never my home,
but the enemy I had to respect.
hard to stomach
our own consequence;
with only bile
to tinge the heart,
and that god seems to serve
only justly.

Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story

To the one that has protected me
That feeling of relief
No more anxiety

Yet that feeling is so distant
Later came from a sister
Her descent crushed me,
It was like losing you
My protecter,
Unfortunately one that I hardly knew.

Feed me meaning and resilience
The bitter sweet,
Social validation
Creeping,
With thorns around my skull

Addicted to your thought.
Addicted to a corpse.
Addicted to the stories.
Feeling under valued
Like a statue, I feel it all

Today I surrender,
And set an intention.
Be wide open
to less,
Social Validation.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.