Criminal minds working fast,
while the soul seeps slow like the sand in a hour glass,
while cold concrete seems to speak, like a butterfly or a bird
oh how my soul yearns to be free,
so funny how fast time can move but yet you're stopped from moving your feet,
the angelic sound of your loved one seems to be the only thing to bring you peace,
how some sleep on their own minds & how some minds always sleep,
the spider web in the shattered window showed the flaws even in the beauty,
contempt from oppression & squashed like a fly on the wall,
I saw myself in the spectra where temptation seems to evolve,
what a testament in acts, what a way to remain to be,
how the soul glows bright & in spite of all loss,
we found peace for an eternity.
Since I was a young child I wrote little snippets of poetry and stories. I always found myself reading and writing & through life I kinda lost track of that & considering my position now I wish I hadn't because I believe I'm pretty good at creating things that involves interpretation from reading it. My poetry doesn't come from a dark place most times, no most of the time I like to breakdown love in general for people or love for a woman or mother for my brothers and sisters. My mind takes me to places where I feel that if I don't write it down then it's a wasted thought but I have that tendency to get creative with it, sometimes it comes out as music, poetry or just written statements like a journal. Writing puts me in another dimension of life. A place where hate doesn't have room to exist. It allows me to love myself while being aware that I'm different from most people. It helps me in speaking to my children saying things I struggle with saying outright. That is why I feel the things I write should be shared. Its powerful messages in between the lines, just listen. Thank you!