wondering
as life continues
the rhythm of mind goes
i keep wondering how will i get there
to a place where i truly belong
or is that a fantasy
a mimic to a belief
that somehow i am living vicariously
through a journey of self discovery
so i know that the life i chose
so unapologetically
will not wither from those who see me
as small as i am
perhaps it’s certain that i agree upon having
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this emotional soul
that turns me into a widow of flowers and hell
i refused to be the victim of those
who willingly bury me alive
but in return
my solitude aches and burns
like embers slowly die in the abyss
then i come back with more wounds
covered with blood, soil, and wisdom
i thought staying alive means to be
but who am i without my corroding mind
and a soul too deep to fly back to heaven
i am forever my own tainted heart
i accept myself enough to stay
and hate myself enough to share
