I’ll turn you into poetry
Paint your portrait with no clothes
Leave the beauty that’s in front of me
Completely bare; exposed
I’ll sketch your upper torso
Make a sculptured figurine
Because you are my tomorrow
My princess and my queen

I hurt my knee when I fell
I felt faint like a spell
A collision between me and the floor
I had a bit of concern
When my leg twist and turned
Now it doesn’t hurt anymore
My balance grew stable
And now that I’m able
To walk when before I could run
I don’t mind it though
I come and I go
At least I can still have some fun

I’m a poet, of course
And I’m my own source
Of inspiration that helps me to write
With pen and with ink
I assess and I think
To what led to my downfall and plight
Then I scribble it down
As my feet touch the ground
And I stay certain if just out of spite
With no room to fail
Or to outweigh the scales
The fire inside me ignites
And there you have it
A pitiful magnet
Attracting the eyes of a crowd
And with hits and with misses
I value the kisses
As I stand with my chest out and proud

The scars on my heart
Are abstract like art
There’s both pain and beauty alike
I wear my scars, proud
Let there be no doubt
Of what I stand for if just out of spite
My scars tell a story
Of chaos and glory
That I triumphed and overcame
Now here I stand
A boy turned a man
And an expert that mastered the game

I levitate on grass
Praying for the pain to pass
A distraction for my weary mind
Until I’m free at last

My body, though it hurts
I’ve seen and been through worse
An unapologetic curse
Inflamed, about to burst

But, I take it all in stride
Riding the waves at low and high tides
Using only a moral compass as guide
To navigate my turbulent life

My mind frame is unwell and unkept
Sunken down to the darkening depths
I swim up to reach air
Although I’m still unprepared
For the moment my life turns to death 💀

What can I give you?
What will you take?
Something with value?
Or a big slice of cake?
What can you offer?
What can we share?
Or do you not do that?
Do you not care?
Will you take it and keep it?
Or throw it away?
And where will you keep it?
In a big stack of hay?
That’s none of my business
You can do as you please
I’ll still say “God bless you”
After each sneeze

This is not how our story ends
It’s only just begun
On to new horizons
Past the setting sun
We must continue writing chapters
To the story of our days
Unless we become complacent
Stuck in a foggy haze
Once all of the smoke has cleared
You can adjust your eyes to see
That the future is just up ahead
And the past is history