Free Choices
Buried under a mound of my own sins
Clawing through all the hurt. Blood caked on my face from the cruel, sharp judgments of the ones I once called friends. Tears stained my cheeks and burned my eyes as they poured out what was left of my soul onto to the pavement of my salvation. The light from the sun, blinding, but also a god save. A new place to stay. Exiled from my own home, but now I am free from the things that put me down. From a world that rejected my very being. They can’t debilitate me any more because I am not vulnerable. My essence is elite here. I am free from their scrutiny o my complexion, to tantalize me until boughs of my mind were sawed away. A tandem of eyes always watching my every move. Evaluating me.... Like I was some test subject. Is me being here in this new world just happenstance or was I led here by my fate? I didn’t understand why I was so different from everyone else. The marrow of my mind cracked under the pressure of my thoughts hurdling through my skull. But now I am here and those things don’t matter anymore. The things that once held me back, shot me forward through life like an arrow. I expected to be pulled back until the string broke, but my expectations were misguided like I was for most of my life. Now... I know the path I want to follow, because I have been given the choice and I will not choose my life wrong again.
(2013)
It doesn't rhyme
I wrote this when I was in a darker place wishing for something that could give me hope
