Because Healing Is

Because healing is


Because Healing Is

A brain half used
From wrong peopled
Wrong paths
And my caves of digging
Around every obstacle
Born with and thrown to
Are warn and hallow
With my tread and
Electricity, as I
Found my new paths
Hardly used and well guarded
The fatigue of it
Even in memory of
Those battles there
Daring me to not go
Where I’d thrive and
Breathe again
The same claws
On the outside
Are going in on all
Sides and the hidden
Breaking their barriers
Finding the many
Lost me children
Hiding heads in
Their stillness of
Buried on me once
Each piece still there
Reluctant to become me

Many tumbled
Some disappeared
Those enemies scrambling
To hold onto a
Never was theirs piece
As I've put sunshine
In as Angel's
Euphoric ectoplasm
Pasting on my walls
Fertilizing my every
Step to rebuild
Tumbled several towers
While only making stairs
Adult life
Adult minds
Were not built to
Handle the new born
As I've stumbled around
This world with
Unsure steps because
There are no other ways
The enslaved I was
Born unto, had died
I am instant karma
Walking along these
Bridges of normal
Oblivion as the
People here
Find me strange

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