The Birth of Adulthood                 6/23/19

Looking back into my murky history

My personality was an illusion of mystery

 

In the past

behind the glass

I was trapped

 

Peering out to the other side

I wondered to whom I could truly confide

 

This empty darkness inside of me

The sea of hopelessness that tempted to swallow me.

 

As I child I fought the darkness of despair

I learned of betrayals’ sting from those deemed fair.

 

My bubbles of positivity were illusions in layers

My best of friends became my betrayers

 

The monsters told me I’ll never survive

I clung to a hope that kept my spirit alive

 

When I learned the manipulations and lies of my makers

I had to create my own hope and uproot the fakers

 

My makers spent their lives

to conquer me and my drives

 

I had a child’s creative spirit dreaming to soar

Things would never be what they had been before

 

When the bubble of ignorance is popped;

So dies innocence and sweet gumdrops

 

I grew up when I broke the chains of oppression

and walked through freedoms door with equal succession.