Journey

Chase fulfillment, not money.

His shoe strings were tied

By the ground's lies, but instead of

Helping him up, they just laugh and

Chalk it up to him being clumsy.

I'm funny in a "I tell the truth,

But it makes them uncomfortable,

So they laugh to keep facing what is real"

Kind of way.

The quiet crash out of my family.

Where they were thinking fist fighting,

I'm contemplating calamity.

Insanity goes hand in hand with my creativity.

Either super nice, or super evil.

There ain't no in between with me.

My shyness turned to being jaded,

And whatever results you are seeing,

Just know that you made it.

But, I'm living life in The Lord's word.

He said get even with those who helped you,

Never those who hurt you.

I got a dose of loneliness when I was down

And out, and now that I'm up and pushing

Forward, I traded in that loneliness

For a lot of leeches.

But my tires screech as I

Fight to keep a distance.

Alhamdulillah, we made it through the storm.

Now, if Inshallah, I'm about to go through a down

Pour, except it's blessings instead of war.

War within my mind to constantly rewind

Every time I was harmed or done wrong.

Every time I caused harm or broke a heart.

Every time I would fight against

Doing what was wrong.

Knew that I was wrong, but still decided

To do wrong.

When my favorite song would come on,

And I'd just stare at the wall out of zone.

I could see these tragedies as deaths,

Or I could look at Mary, Robert, James, Ms. Pugh,

Patrick, John, Terry, Lucille Morris, and Shad

As angels who watch over me every day.

Keep my wings spread so I can continue

To soar through the skies when the rain

Divides my mind between everything that

I was and everything that I am trying to become

To make them all proud.

And to think of the journey, and the tears that

We all cried.

I just wish physically,

You all could see me now.