Apr 2016
The Foggy Man
Some days I wake up and see a man covered in fog, like I have lived my life searching for myself and still there are parts of myself I cannot find. Some days I wake up and see that there are dark parts in my soul that will swallow my heart if I'm pushed too far and I can no longer carry the expectations and hopes I have for myself. Some days I wake up and see that as the days go by the jigsaw puzzle that makes up my thoughts keeps getting more pieces and becoming more complicated faster than I can pit the pieces together. Sometimes I see nothing but the foggy grey figure who has so many talents and gifts he cannot decide which are defines him and that foggy reflection there lies not a man but a boy that is scared wit less by his own potential.??
The Broken Man??
Other days I see what I think is the present me through a broken mirror with missing parts. Where the point of impact where the chasm that separates his heart begin comes from a lifetime of blows from women he has loved and beloved to be his fated one, his other half and all they left him with is the dry blood on his lips and deep feelings of betrayal. Feelings stemming from the remembrance that they broke him and still had the indecency to steal from him the special parts of him that made him whole. Sometimes I see my face in those broken pieces and wonder will I ever be able to put myself together again and find what I've lost.??
The Made Man??
Most days when I awake to my reflection, I see not the past nor the present. I see a man taller than me, stronger than me and smarter than me. Who's body is covered by scars from old battle wounds taken in his stride of which now paint an amazing tale of survival and love. A man who's full smile breaths life into my dreams and happiness into my heart one who has tamed the beast we call life and influenced the lives of millions. These days when I see that reflection I smile at him, and thank him for showing me the person I want to become because sometimes I wonder if I'm already him.
Some days I wake up and see a man covered in fog, like I have lived my life searching for myself and still there are parts of myself I cannot find. Some days I wake up and see that there are dark parts in my soul that will swallow my heart if I'm pushed too far and I can no longer carry the expectations and hopes I have for myself. Some days I wake up and see that as the days go by the jigsaw puzzle that makes up my thoughts keeps getting more pieces and becoming more complicated faster than I can pit the pieces together. Sometimes I see nothing but the foggy grey figure who has so many talents and gifts he cannot decide which are defines him and that foggy reflection there lies not a man but a boy that is scared wit less by his own potential.??
The Broken Man??
Other days I see what I think is the present me through a broken mirror with missing parts. Where the point of impact where the chasm that separates his heart begin comes from a lifetime of blows from women he has loved and beloved to be his fated one, his other half and all they left him with is the dry blood on his lips and deep feelings of betrayal. Feelings stemming from the remembrance that they broke him and still had the indecency to steal from him the special parts of him that made him whole. Sometimes I see my face in those broken pieces and wonder will I ever be able to put myself together again and find what I've lost.??
The Made Man??
Most days when I awake to my reflection, I see not the past nor the present. I see a man taller than me, stronger than me and smarter than me. Who's body is covered by scars from old battle wounds taken in his stride of which now paint an amazing tale of survival and love. A man who's full smile breaths life into my dreams and happiness into my heart one who has tamed the beast we call life and influenced the lives of millions. These days when I see that reflection I smile at him, and thank him for showing me the person I want to become because sometimes I wonder if I'm already him.
