You are a blind
man, holding a
blunt pencil.
Thinking he is
writing words
when in fact
all that is wrote is smudges on paper..

As I pushed through the crowds
Head hung low
I wondered
When did I ever belong

I was always so angry ,
Always not accepting
what was meant to be.
If god wills it, I should agree
Rather than question it .
I do not trust, I do not care ,
I feign nonchalant
For I was wounded once .
But then I dared myself,
To open my eyes, to look at the truth.
I realized that,
the only way to heal,
Is to glue everything up
with forgiveness.
I will not wallow in self pity
nor will I ever think of the past
as something haunting,but a lesson.

I am the perfect daughter
I will not cry
Even if it's just pretending
I will look okay .

For her .

There is a quiet thunder to the way she walks, and a heavy rainfall when she leaves. She treads water trying to reach islands that will house her but cannot reach the shore before her hurricane mind carries her away to new homes, homes she finds in people, and often the wrong people. But she is strong and stands like the tallest oak, letting gale force winds bend her branches so that she may feel what is to live, but never has she broken. Her voice is the sound of birds in the spring with all the melodies and lullabies of the early morning, she has a light in her that is both the sun and the fireflies and it will illuminate your heart should you ever let her in. Sometimes she is wilted but even beautiful roses have thorns and she draws blood if you try to pick her petals. She is the earth and the wind and the sky and though her roots are strong she is not always smiling, but just like a flower she grows from the ground up and all will gather to awe at her beauty when she sees it within herself.

we are so selfish ,
trying to save ourselves from our battle that we forgot about those that innocently got caught in between .
We make decisions that we don't have rights making
We take lives ,some ours
without even blinking
Life without love
Is that ever worth living?
Not when hundreds,thousands
Bodies fall,not when
everyone is not satisfied
With themselves
At all.

It is a systematic world
And fate is the decision maker.