I crave the feeling of peace.
the calm.
Do you blame me?
with the chaotic storm inside my head.
The whirlwind of voices screaming saying I'm not good enough...
I'm a burden...
I crave the feeling of peace
because I was born into battle ground
with only one opponent.
I grew up watching as blood shed and gore became norm.
Darkness was my friend..
chaos was breath...
I crave the calm
because my life has been one big chase
running away from ghosts
and demons
that no longer matter
no longer care
because you aren't who you once were
and they have no power over you. But I don't get to be calm
or peaceful..
that isn't the life of a beast.
That isn't in the cards for a warrior who's seen too much.
There isn't a place in this world where I completely fit
I'm wandering...
lost..
out of place.
But I still crave the calm
so I sit and have a talk with Mrs. Mary.
she tells me everything will be okay. Mrs. Mary gives me a new perspective on things
allows me to see i have peace
it's just not the same.
She allows me the calmness to fight my inner beasts.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoesiaThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
