Introspection (Page 6)

I am (a poem)

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

Good, bad, and ugly, we have all been given a legacy. It is up to us to decide what pieces, if any, are worthy of handing down…

Shame can be a strong force for positive change. At the same time, shame can stunt my growth.

(333 words)

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

there are days, seasons
when i am by myself
lost and overwhelmed

deep in the green
buried amongst the trees
no discernible path
no place to bed down
I struggle to find
my way

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.

I am not like them.

Sometimes, it eludes me
when I’m not feeling
anything really.

TW: Depression