My Journey Away
Who am I?
I am tired.
Don’t wake me.
Don't touch me.
I’m lost,
Inspired.
There is a time
in a child’s life,
where that child
must expire.
It wasn’t my choice,
Hell no it wasn’t!
It was his, not mine,
You know, my cousin,
consumed by dirty desires.
Closed doors, dark rooms.
It was I to be acquired.
A child, no more.
Secrets and barbwire.
I screamed,
“Why God?”
He called from above,
“No reason, I’ll protect you,
you’re another
that I love.”
From that day forth,
my thoughts have conspired,
that my worst day
was the day
that even God was a liar.
I grew up.
Normal as I could possibly be.
Is it possible to be normal
when you grow up like me?
“I’m neither here
nor there.”
Words to please
an unpleased ear,
and to create a restless
spitfire.
Pain has addled me
while pride resisted.
A mind of clarity,
some meds assisted
my journey away
from what transpired.
But I live in a world
where words can heal.
Sentences and periods
and asylums appeal,
and masses will grow to admire
Me, a girl:
vengeful and tired.
Outer beauty, maybe,
with an inner fire.
I'm lost.
Inspired.