Balance and The Journey

I am just a traveler in want of a little rest

I had been blending through a city of the oppressed

Dimming me down to the filthy ground

Screaming at me, they surround

 

My fresh skin struggled to handle the scars

And it was then I decided to run far

So I have been travelling towards the blooming flowers

To inspire my old self to be set free

 

I have travelled through the blue seas

Which I’ve found had always been moving within me

As I looked to the red sun, it grinned with glee

Mocking me when it knew I could see

 

Their words seize me in their arms and suffocate my thoughts

Then they throw me under the gun, one too many shots

Bullets in my skull as sharp as a rose’s thorn

I am killed...

 

...I have cried...

 

...and then... I am reborn

 

Suddenly green grass fills a radiant wonderland

And it moved every feeling of wonder and awe

I move towards the orange flowers, which bloom in my hand

And I was the most beautiful thing I ever saw

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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