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Its been
A while

Time has passed
and
I have grown.

A man,
Not so.

I have
learned
Lost
Loved
And
Earned

I've battled my sins
I've dwelled, too, long.

Yet,
I haven't spoken
So, here I am to say,
Life you may swing like a mad man
But
I've built muscle from the weight.

I've learned how strong my legs are
For I carry my burdens.

I've learned how strong my arms are
From opening doors sealed by the past

Ive learned how stubborn my heart is
For beating
even when
I begged it to stop

I am here
I am here

Not yet a man
No longer a boy

I am here
And here
I'll stay.
wesley mcmillon Jul 2019
It's been a long time;
The thought of deeper thought.
It's kept me away from this place
for a long time.
Probably,
Too, long
Yet here I am opening my mouth.
Every thought pours from me faster than I can't stop it.
Less venom
Less malice
Less anger.
It's there
It's still there
I fear it
I walk beside it.
I wear it like my brown skin
A testament to who I am.
It's defensive.
It's armor
It's
Disgusting.
I'll shed you like snake skin
I'll push you from my flesh
I no longer need you.
I'll never forget you,
As an old ally turned for
Anger
We are no longer friends.
Be gone
Be gone
Leave me.
In peace.
wesley mcmillon Dec 2018
What is this feeling?
Crafted from boredom,
Locked behind alcohol,
Woven into lyrics,
and mixed with sorrow,
regret
and
joy.

Outdated points of view
resting,
heavy,
on my mind.

But,
What am I without you?
I miss you all.
I miss the times.
Live well,
Grow strong,
Be loved
My friends from beyond time's grip.
wesley mcmillon Sep 2018
"growing up means
Watching my heros
become human
in front of me."

I never thought
those words
would gain
So much power.

My father
My teachers
Everyone.

No more rose lens
No more misty eyes

Simply human.
Struggling,
Lost,
Confused

Just like me.
wesley mcmillon Jul 2018
She's lightning at the beach.
I'm the sand underneath.
She reaches down to touch
And
Shapes a peice of me
Into
A work of art
And
Even I can see it's radiance.
wesley mcmillon May 2018
Looking back over my poetry
I find
I'm an amazing writer.
I find
That it's only when I'm sad.
I find
That utterly disappointing.
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