Maturity
I sing lullabies of empowerment and listen to it flake off my emotions like crumbs on burnt bread,
I spread myself thin, believing I grow from within and with the motivation I gargle; it clears the dust in my head.
I tiptoe over valleys of identification, knowing its my expectations that set me free,
I hula-hop wild experimentations of the man I've come to be.
My humbleness explodes with creativity and I cry over the joy that boils deep,
I clothed sensitive sides of my vulnerabilities, and exposing the challenges of a dwindling misery,
there's such a spotlight on my life... and as I ski into aging beauty I axel lift maturity into a softer light,
I summersault out of battles I've fought and caught fault from growing up with the anger taught to separate my wrongs from rights.
I listen to my song with deep hesitation of fear that my message is clear and I see meaning there...
I speak with worry of impeding this beautiful story of self raised glory, frantic in mirroring loves judging stare.
Knowledge burn like money and inflation smothers the memory I up keep,
Good ideas become bankrupt as I struggle to qualify for a loan to keep the pride I own...
eventually I loose the happy tone echoing through a strong home, timid and alone chocking on the payments that are now fully grown.
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