Sometimes I feel joy.
Sometimes I feel pain.
It’s now in life I wonder
how to play the game.
I hate waiting for
all these things to change,
but I don’t think,
in any way,
things will ever be the same.
I know my wounds are healing
but I will always have these scars.
I have forgiven
but I wont forget,
on my own I have gotten so far.
I am comparable to the mourning dove
for the loss of my ignorant past.
I was trapped within my own safe house,
but I knew it wouldn’t last.
I once was sheltered
in a culture
all packed full of lies.
I thought I had to follow a stereotype
but I didn’t know otherwise.
I’m here now in reality
slightly shocked of how things are.
My emotions are spilling over the edge
and this realness seems bizarre.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel joy.
Sometimes I feel pain.
It’s now in life I wonder
how to play the game.
I hate waiting for
all these things to change,
but I don’t think,
in any way,
things will ever be the same.
I know my wounds are healing
but I will always have these scars.
I have forgiven
but I wont forget,
on my own I have gotten so far.
I am comparable to the mourning dove
for the loss of my ignorant past.
I was trapped within my own safe house,
but I knew it wouldn’t last.
I once was sheltered
in a culture
all packed full of lies.
I thought I had to follow a stereotype
but I didn’t know otherwise.
I’m here now in reality
slightly shocked of how things are.
My emotions are spilling over the edge
and this realness seems bizarre.
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