Hurting to heal
Overcome SO much and still find something unhealthy to fixate on
Yearning for freedom, the desire makes me breathless
Knowing logic from madness, right from wrong, not quite grasping the safe space between desire and discipline
Deep down are feelings, above ground suppression waves the flag
From all I've experienced, all the knowledge I've forced myself to have been beaten into understanding, conclusion is so.... these hardships are for now
The inevitable is change; the prayer is grace
How damned must we be that our words only form poetry when professed in a time of despair
I go on, with my faith, hoping to speak from my soul when the sorrows lose their control
My regards, sincerely, may we all conquer human feelings
Post script; the goal is to speak truth in times of goodness that is absent from despair. That my heart may still yield passion... when the time comes that there is no darkness or fear
G.K.M.
