Since I was very young, I have endured brutal onslaughts against my body. Yet when I flourished into a Temple, my inner strength wanted, wants, to revisit my Younger Self just to tell him that he is a Victor...
INDESTRUCTIBLE:
To my Younger self
The one behind the smile
The one that endured much
Before his seventh birthday
You are indestructible
Full of zeal, intercoastal
He may have raided your tomb
But he didnt have my: Y(OUR) soul
Keep your head high
Despite your tears
No matter the weight on your shoulders
Remain steadfast
No matter your faith
You are stronger than you know
Call on His name
In case you die before you wake
All you have is a mustard seed
Plant it by the sea
God sits high as the tides
And looks lower than a snake's belly
You may feel like giving up
I know the pain is unbearable
I know many didnt believe you
While he continued
But all things must end
His Karma wrought his fate
You are beautiful
No matter what he took from you...
You are resilient
Yes, you strong
Chin up, young one
In your future you have become
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoesíaThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
