Until then

Those Words Started Here

Take my words, I don't need them anymore.

You will only gain in an extrinsic way.

Meaning to those words stay at the origin.

With the creator, where they belong.

It is my privilege of knowing the feeling behind them.

Speaking them wasn't really for me, but for you.

Quote, plagiarize, whatever society deems.

Because the reward is not in the recognition.

But, rather, living truth of those very words.

And knowing the feeling that started it all.

My memory doesn't need a souvenir.

No commemorative photo is required.

Start of stories originating from my own home.

The original still exists inside me.

Those words were forged from my tears.

Cut a piece of me, that I choose to leave frayed.

Becoming a pattern of constant reflection.

Hoping some sadness felt will be used for good.

The regressions be transformed over.

Cherish every tear cried and scar earned.

Learn from my lows to tap into the highs.

With every tear, a chance for eventual smile.

Today's strength comes from past survival.

From every valley, I emerged to summit.

Yesterday's efficiency molds my expectations.

I remember the will power I used to need.

I remember the sad behind those words.

It only makes me appreciate my happy.

4/22/13