Who am I in the world of the spiritual
I'm a part of the masses but remain an individual
Some underlying tones lately have become critical.
I had to take a hard look at myself
If I want to live a happy life I need to change for my health
And I need to understand my wealth
While also balancing out sometimes I need help.
I was brought up under estranged conditions
I learned my old man has some unresolved friction
If he doesn't clean up, I have a morbid prediction
He needs to make moves for a better projection
Wants love but can't understand love, that's his affliction
It was mine too till I met divine intervention.
She truly is an angel in my eyes
But I feel like I clipped her wing with my disguise
Because I wore mask branded by the past that gave rise-
To overwhelming pain which fractured our ties.
"This is who you are and who you'll always be"
Mirror on the wall, who's this clone of me
"I'm the one that will fulfill a generational prophecy"
I don't know about you but I'm not your property
All that noise you're talking about won't claim an inch of my legacy.
"You think you're the one that will break these chains
Heal from the pain
Defy the curse upon your name?"
My heart has been scarred but you're making false claims
Hoping it will cause emotional strain
But I lived through the loss, I have much to gain.
I'm not looking away from the mirror because I know who I am
I can do better without the glitter or glam
I truly the power within my hand
The rhymes are effortless like running hands with the sand.
My old had tensions with my grandfather
A piece of the map that wasn't on the charter
The cycle repeated because he didn't bother-
To reconcile his differences with his father.
Meanwhile, I mended a connection with my dear mother
I understand her plight, she got it out of the gutter
That is the difference between me and my dear father.
My angel told me I need reconcile
But at the time my spirit was still vile
I turned the dial and dove into the Nile-
Felt like rivers cascaded over me for a while.
I regained my heart and a semblance of sense
But at the cost of my loves presence.
YOU ARE READING
Days of Healing
PoetryI've decided to log my writing progress while I go through therapy to show how my growth is going. The for every day is to write and then post it here to keep track of everything.