Poetic Letters To Allah and Some to You

Different Perspective: The Dark Room

"KD ~ I am more spiritual than "Christian" I dont like labelling it.
I'm an artist before I am a person because
I dedicate that much of myself to it. Weird fact? I've 6 sides 😁"

At times I've found myself in a solitude that caused words of worry
to march in the mouths of loved ones
In the beginning being in the solitude of the four dark walls that accompany
my childhood memories, were just walls
I often found myself in the same place like a house pet awaiting its owner’s arrival
Only I wasn't waiting arrival, I wasn't awaiting mercy nor hope
although hope might've been my life support
I sat in the room already nurturing what was given to me
It was unknown to me but I took this emotion and used my countless tears
to grow it, till it grew roots into my character and blossomed, where my heart beats
Each heart beat pumped blood outwards with the thorns of my misfortunate plant piercing through it. A product of my environment
But why did I receive this double-edged blade
I pondered within me, thoughts like fire flies in a glass jar.
Simply lingering with nowhere to go but dead
The thoughts plagued me, the nights they took my thoughts so I purchased insomnia
I felt as forsaken as those who withered into salt from their sins
Did my past life leave weapons for Karma to disrupt my frequency in my present?
I am unsure but in the beginning, there was a light within my dark room
But my light was a voice so it didn't present itself physically, after all no plant can grow without light...

So how? I was never in complete solitude the voice in my head that acted like headlights when I would crash, that would violently reach me in my war of despair and uncertainty
"Let there be light" he said
I was taught he was God, I had called him friend
My bed was a little warmer
My suffering was a little enjoyable
He gave me what made me today
Not the blinding light that wash away my tears
And not the comfort of sitting in thorns knowing today they scar tomorrow
we will paint with my blood
Noo God, my friend
He gave me pain; my God gave me pain so pain would befriend me before life would make me to see through normal lenses and call pain a foe ...no
I am too accustomed to it so I won't shed tears I'll smile cause I remember this feeling

- KDX