Flowrite, 4 february 2012
This
is more than a hot flash
Or
men not pausing
To
look at you anymore
It’s
about being warm all over
Con-stant-ly
Warming
up for something
Not
yet seen
And
clearly could not be erased
Something
not too far off
But
can’t be pinpointed
It’s
a mid-life crisis
Interrupted
It’s
the time in life
where
you arrive at the fork in the road
with
a knife and a spoon in your hand
And
knowing that endings
Does
not mean failures
But
your deliverance
Is
the testament that stands
It’s
finally acknowledging
That
you have talent
And
using all your courage
To
show the world
No!
this is just not a flash
In
the pan, a bag of chips and a pickle
This
is a pause
Just
because
At
mid-life, a crisis is simply
Redundancy
with a tickle
Flowrite, 3 february 2012
Who am I?
To fight all the
time
At every blinking
light,
Turn and curve
If I could blame
the injustices
Of the world
Then maybe a
superhero
If I am a product
Of a violent home
Then it would be
all I know
Because with each
fight
I abuse myself
My anger Is
Management
For something
I can’t find in a
world inside myself
Guilt, my only
defense
against fear
Of not being good
Or good enough
Inside and out of
my life
And never tasting
A peace of mind
Living in a me mode
By pleasing others
Whenever righting a
wrong
Feeling I’ve gain
some new
Worry free space
Through desire’s
pure desperation
To being a martyr,
validating
my narcissism
Why I should be
loved and supported,
avenged if I falter
over
life’s obstacles
Taking
every challenge
head
on
Thinking
it’s the
only
way
to
get love.
I’m
wrong!
I just need
a place where
there’s
no battle
In
loving
myself
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