We try to redeem ourselves, to be noticed and seen, shouting from rooftops crying we scream. Using mistakes we made to fuel us with words, then share it in writing lyrics in lines, we then it call out in our poetic rhymes. Then hope it is heard by those we try to guide, to show them they too, no longer need hide, we may be of different origin, but are now by your side, no longer trying to swim against tides. Life is a journey we must try to ride. But which way you go, is now yours to decide.
There are three things in life that I have learnt over time, I believe are the key to much better life. Which i haven't always had, but have learnt over time, they’ve helped me to live and also survive. To better myself, or least I now strive. I know there’s no such thing as perfection for folk, but there is much more worth than us hanging from ropes. Some call them tools we need so, to live, they help us to lose resentment, judgments and learn to forgive, or at least find acceptance, then the empathy to give
Honesty is not something I knew very well, consumed daily by the lies I would tell, to deceive, either to eat or a habit to feed, but surviving so young was essential for me. I'm not proud of the person in the past that i've been, it kept me alive, when I lost hope. Not eligible for benefits, i’d run away from home, no social skills, self worth wasn’t glowing. I met the wrong people, habits started to show. But now I am older I am wiser to know when I lie now, it hinders my growth. If I lie now, I only lie to myself. But I now have a conscience and my lies make it swell.
Finally willingness, with this comes my health, i am only as good as the person i choose in myself, so i use certain tools like my writing to help, to try guide the ones who can’t speak for themselves, give them a voice by being honest about the stories i tell, tales of my life that i used to hide well. Then I became open minded and no longer hid in a shell, but literally life, up to now, has been hell, but the more that I write, the better my health. Plus it’s not about money, nor is it fame. But no longer I feel I need to hide inside shame, many years I would persecute myself with the blame.
I’d say it is mind blowing, i am still here today, is the biggest understatement a person could make, twenty six years of overdoses and blades. Brushes with death, so many, but for a reason was saved, a miracle typing a rhyme on a page. To try to reach the places that, in the dark, eyes can’t see. Hopefully someone out there will read, knowing sincerely, I wrote this to just try plant a seed.