Passion and I would paint realms of bliss,
Ignoring the evils of the world.
As time passed, I grew… curious
of what darkness had unfurled.
Slowly, we grew apart.
I couldn’t let her be tainted by malice
So I tore her out of my heart,
And left her behind in colored ashes.
 
Education. Plagues my mind.
Reality. Fills my chest with negativity.
The strongest illnesses combined…
Beginning to accept this,
Forgetting what I miss.
I achieve the expectation of others
Being a people pleaser.
I am complete, but not content.
Until a weeping child
Visits my dream
holding a leaking *****
Trailing an endless crimson stream.
 
The sight of abandonment smears her face
As if all hope had been erased.
She cries that I am a vessel that follows society,
Not worthy of a name that defies reality.
Saying that I am fake, on the out,
and inside.
A life of succession is not a lie!
She holds out the bleeding mess before me.
She claims that it can make me free.
My rejected heart.
She points at my voided chest
Says all I need is a restart.
Forget being possessed.
Let my imagination breed,
To build the world I need.
 
This is Passion.
It has been so long since I have felt compassion.
My heart is fragile. Yes,
But can be strengthen as my castle.
It is easy to bruise. Yes,
But should not be easy to lose.
She makes me,
Free…
 
Since then I carry these words,
‘Don’t leave your true self in the past.
Carry it forward and make your legacy last.’