Reflection
Looking at my reflection
I can see the reflection of my mother
Smiling on the outside
While hurting undercover
As the tears drop and into my heart the pain seeps
I can feel the stinging that pounds within every heartbeat
Thinking about the present
I reminisce about the past
I believed little of the truth
The lies I soaked up were vast
My soul longs for freedom
But my spirit restricts me
Loving memories have the most pain
That's what conflicts me
I'm the product of insanity
Past partially insane
Swerving in every direction
I can't seem to stay in my lane
I'm on a roller coaster ride
Experiencing this thing called life
And the only way to experience blessings
Is to experience this thing called strife
So Jesus take the wheel
And steer me in the way I should go
Give me direction
And feet that are willing to follow
_Dakyria Dudley ©
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