Struggle (Page 7)

To me, punk is love. (thoughts)

We stand up, shout out, punch up, and don’t punch out until the message is heard loud and clear.

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

I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.

I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.