Dirty lungs/ handcuffed by pride
by jacob-rosenberg
The curiosity of insecurity
To witness the diminishing of ones self worth
With the hands of a pure or vile heart
To question morality in the face of false assurance
The hot lump of wisdoms coal burns my throat as I speak with icy truths
I cut my cheek with my razor tongue
I spit on my own shoes
My hair is in my face
Inward pronating toes as I feel my posture change
Shifting and fucking with my shirt
The eyes that peer hold the most power over me
God forbid I trust in the opinion of my lover
“Made for me”
But with so much to fix
White knuckles grip my palms
Wild greens catch my psyche
I will stand in the mud
Sing out of tune
Walk with a goofy gait
Smile in my crooked way
Embrace my family
Laugh as loud as I want
Kiss your forehead
And dance in the lightning storm
I’m thankful for my fear
It blesses me with open eyes
A heart that breaks and reminds me of a life to live
To kneel before my God
Insecurities in hand
Take my sorrows from my calloused palms