Transitions of state of mind


I used to cry for the weight of the world that lay on my shoulders to carry.

Only to see that my gifted intuition kept me tuned into the world for a

greater purpose than to bleed from the wounds created by myself.

Self-harm in the form of aggression with the thought that the

crimson print would wash me clean.

My temple is worth more than the abuse of people who

did not deserve my affection.

Tired of feeling empty like a bottomless pit and feeling lost

in the mound of bullshit.

Now I cry more tears of joy than I do of sorrow.

I let my pain be a guiding force into discoveries and growth.

I can't tell you what tomorrow will hold but I

can tell you that yesterday was left and yesterday.

And though I may turn my head ever so slightly to the past,

my eyes stay fixed on the light ahead.

Though there are times when I may crack and begin to burst

at the seams it only reminds me that I am human.

And sometimes I may let the overwhelming energy begin to

crumble me I am reminded of my strength and begin to build anew.

Though at times I am scared for the future, tired of the bullshit, and

overworked by the creative mind I can't control.



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