Trauma and Poetry
I always questioned the authenticity of the world’s philosophy, my poetics earned praise for the way I kept spitting these, so will this be my 21st century Iliad or carefully constructed animosity?
I’m dying to live, living until I die, so you wont take my life without a fight
I used to mar myself, it was lighter at night then during the day, people always asked how I was, I remained clueless as to what to say
I passed the pens, twisted reality into fantasy, got on my good foot to grab my keys
Started the ignition, I’ll keep pushing the limit until I get recognition. My flag was burnt, and as the world turned I leaned to the side, conventional art had an apparent suicide
I want to rise with my lucid glide, and smile before flexing resilience to a violent tide
Together, I’ll fly to the gray sky, but I’m to young to just…fly away
I’ll find the place where the past takes its star making role in history, forget about the trauma and its painful melody
I’m going to listen to what my heart says to me, to believe in every accomplishment, and discontinue the chapter in my psychological biography about everything in the world I hate
Keep the pace, and personify the significance of a perfect stance, kill them with kindness, so I threw my enemies a ice cream cone, extra sweet
This is when my potential and my pride meet, I realized I cant escape life so its time to evolve, so how do you like me now?
Positive over negative, I flipped the script, wrote my story backwards, non-descript words, fly through the air with fluidity like blue birds
One day I can forgive my dad for what he did to me, for now I decipher the pain, trauma and wounds into poetry, so I can show this world what it all means to me.
It’s the best therapy, and I whisper each line with crystal crisp clarity, so maybe there will be days I can go to sleep without fear in me, I’ll donate my story to charity