Freedom
What causes me to see myself scattered across this glass pane
Beholder witnessing its own begotten thoughts
Fleeting in this state
I reflect on my own experience
How my parents would look away
When we began to water ourselves with each blink
Who wants to look into the mirror of your own mistakes
Me, however
I was a hostage of my blunders
As my tears write a story down my cheek
The words, the description,
Is there a way I can say this -
To feel the tight grip of anguish so strong
That you feel the lash whip across your chest,
Your mind swirls with the strong gust of anger, rage
Is it simply a self-victimization on a dreary day,
That my soul evokes
As a cruel way to comfort myself?
Is it a way to manifest a company to my solitude,
Conjure a feeling so intense
That it could be another presence in the room?
My younger days beseech a navigator for this life
The world’s current is too strong
And I was never a good swimmer
So I go with the flow
Else I’ll drown in these thoughts
Instead of fighting life’s waves
I ride them
At first all the turbulence and changes
In the once calm and visible for miles water,
It was so dizzying it made me sick
The waves obstructed my path
My nature was to go against the current
But things got easier
When I let the current take me
Accept that I would zig and zag
This was a storm after all
It won’t be an easy current
But in the end
I start to enjoy all the turns
It made the journey more exciting
I no longer fear change
I no longer look over my shoulder
At the calm water behind my waves
I make my own waves now