New Chapter
Is life meant to be?
Is love meant to stick?
Is death meant kill?
What chapter do you call this?
In this chapter, I have wept for joy than sadness.
I have bleed for love than injury.
In this chapter, I have drank with poise and fervid with thoughts.
Not for looming darkness or uncertainty.
Not for sorrow nor for lost or barren hope.
In this chapter, I have made choices that sticks.
My hope is renewed.
I am still taunt by my childhood horror show,
Still addicted to sex,
Still fighting to suppress my childhood’s plight,
Still waiting for heaven to bless.
But in this chapter I hope to continue swimming in love,
Barricaded doors should never cease to open to my feeble touch.
This is my new chapter.
