There is no such thing as contempt
Its only self assurance
None such as hate
Its heightened disapproval
Love oh love
Merely pain and heartache
I paint the picture I choose to because
Firstly, its my paint
Second, its my picture
To each man a right to thoughts and their expression
Some choose to be cynical
Others prefer naivety
I am responsible for what I say
Only that!
However you interpret my words is your cross to bear.
YOU ARE READING
Breaking through.
PoetryI have lived in fear of the unknown and today I'm embracing my past, future and present. I am breaking through.