Who am I?
What happened inside?
What is this hurting pain?
When can I feel again?
I don't remember anymore...
Why or what I'm living for...
It was rejected from my memory long ago....
So that I could continue without laying low....
What is me and what is not?
Is my love a little or a lot?
Would I say this or maybe that?
How would I smile and at what?
Where is the true melody of my heart?
Where did I hide my soul's chart?
These streams overwhelm me inside...
Should I run, freeze, fight, or hide?
I call, I call for my own honesty and love....
Why don't I think of myself as good enough?
What is there to embrace now my heart is shattered?
My hands are bleeding, bruised and battered....
But it's all my own doing and decision....
And now I forgot the purpose of this prison...
Was it to keep something out or keep something in?
Was there something to loose or maybe to win?
I don't remember anything at all....
Why I let myself trip, stumble, and fall....
But I do know I am still here...
I still have two ears and I will hear....
Slowly the pieces that shattered shall return to me....
And better, stronger, filtered I will be....
Purifying my pieces in these different fires....
Anger, frustration, and happiness but love never tires....
Growing is now what I choose and what I am....
And I will decide more wisely before building another dam....
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Thoughts that rhyme
PoesieSometimes it's a story, sometimes it's just a thought or maybe a hidden message. But one thing they all have in common is that they rhyme. (Or supposed to)
