(aild) I fought who I am inside Until I wanted, I wanted to die Instead of finding balance I found hatred Consumed by failures and ignoring my own strengths Pushed out to sea without learning to swim Or stranded in the desert with no lungs to breathe How can I be expected to readily be content With a view of life that has rejected The basis of what has helped me to survive? And replaced them with precepts Rather than instruction Full rule is an illusion All I can do is contain selfishness And unveil what little power we may have Tearing away my flesh before taking The time to understand it A miracle may not be the answer (tearing away my flesh) When anchoring first on what I have (before taking the time to understand it) The ability to change
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:46:41 +0000
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