Time and time again I punch what cannot be seen alone again as if my cell awaits comfort. Right I am yet those too proud change the answer. Yet again I am not my own influence though I choose not to be cradled. Sleep I do; eat I can; live on I will? Too many questions all the WRONG answers. Chained to a visited commitment again. Houses of disapprove-meant and disappointment awaits the cowardly. A shameful door to call mine. Shamed by the shameful again I am.A family face calls to the door. Silence still follows in fear that if I open the door my hand may meet the face before my head. Again does violence peek from behind my eyes. Enough I say and stare a stare of dominance again. The strong come quick to cradle the burdened and weak to shield away from disobedience. My stance shall not cripple again. Right to do so I did to all shall follow.
I SHALL NOT BEND....again
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