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My biggest fear

My biggest fear

Is regret

Having wept

At the end

Cause of all my pretending

And lending

Bending

Waiting for life to happen

While I’m napping

Being a host

on someone else’s show

Funny how host has a second meaning

And I’m leaning toward this one

‘Parasitic’

Taking the life right out

Due to doubt

Being proud

Screaming ‘I’m finally awake’

Wide awake

Laid to rest in my bed

While Staring down death

With no option of ‘what next’

But rather being met

With fret

And regret

Except

Thankfully it hasn’t happened yet

There’s still time.

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Let Us Not Be Careful

Beware

Of the careful

That’s what got you

into this mess

‘Take care’

‘Don’t you dare’

‘Beware’

But what ever happened

To go in peace

Please

Now this constant message

Of wreckage

Unless our decisions

Lead to safe destinations

Through careful consideration

Contemplations

Fear laced

With a side of chaste

Making haste

Quick gait

To the closest cage

Where it’s safe

That’s our fate

Unless us arriving

At ourselves

Can be met

By taking risk

Kicking

Fear out

With reasonable doubt

Day in day out

Knowing

That we will never arrive

When taking

That worry laden

Route

Rapunzel

What can we

glean

From the unseen

I mean

It could testify to

Our own identity

For that which we reject

We must inspect

And I detect

That the introspection

Will lead us to a speck

Of truth

And growth

For what stays hidden

Does so because of fear

Afraid of the

Jeers

Sneers

Smears

But just think

What led us here

And to get to there

We must be aware

Of why we are so scared

To let down our hair

Anxiety

Anxiety 

Yes, you’re telling me but not really 

Because we aren’t quite free

To speak

of that which holds us

So I’m telling myself

Exercise

Eat right

Fight the urge and purge

It’ll get better

but then it doesn’t

So, I’m stressed to the max

and it’s seen in my actions

Depression and rage times a thousand

You should see me behind closed doors

Man, you would be floored

If you witnessed

Even a hint of it

But, it’s kinda taboo

To discuss

A less than perfect version

So what’s left?

Unrest and anxiety

More pressure to please

Less freedom to be

Fear of being seen

With all my imperfections

So I dare not speak

Of the hidden Inner

That’s riddled with tension

and I’ll keep on pretending

until I’ve sought the one that renders

Me as exceedingly perfect

till the hurtful is no longer worth it

till I expose those

Things that he chose to go 

to the cross for 

and when He rose, He showed

How the imperfect becomes perfect

How the depression becomes redemption

How He chose another ending

Without apprehesion

because He saw me as a treasure

Now, how’s that for value?

And it changed up the game

that I am no longer lame

But now I have the freedom to change!

Scheme

Wasn’t only a dream

More like a scheme

To see

IF I would break

I remember your hands

How they meant to do evil

An upheaval 

Of me

One of your own

As you sat on the throne

Of authority

Keeping me

From experiencing free

I remember learning young that love wasn’t real

Not something you feel

Just words

Empty

Free of meaning

Had to fight 

To scratch the surface

Of true purpose

Remember saying we were worthless?

Guess you won for a time

Waved my white flag in surrender

Bent

Broken

At least a thousand times over

Let their hands

Their words

Their bodies do evil

Personally engaged in my own upheaval 

It’s amazing

How the games changed

After years of absence

Now a passive

Existence

Of this abusive

Dynamic

You’re panicked

Because I remember

An ember

A small flame

Inside my members

That renders 

My self worthy

Not a flurry

But a fury of fight

Light 

Plus sight

Ignite

Because I remember

And won’t let it happen tonight 

From the Hood of A Child

Face down

Frownin’

From the waist down

Walking

From the neck up

Sulking

Chalking it up to the way it’s gonna be

Chin up

No luck

Still stuck

Commanded

Demanded

Reprimanded

Hardly standing

Muted

Hooded

Rooted 

In fear

Afraid to show face

No grace

Erased

Low

Only a shadow

Copy of the master

Disaster

Has to

Self destruct 

Erupt 

Fist up

Defenseless but defensive

Never wins

Pensive

Seeks revenge

Unhinged

But my father!

My rock

My guide

My master

The one that created this disaster

And I gotta ask

“Did you have to win?”

If so

A long time ago

I would’ve given in

Just hand me the gin

Sinking in

I could do it myself

Don’t care how I felt

Drink it down

Happy now?

Erased

Replaced

Now your slave

Wear the hood that you gave

To hide my face

Taste

And see

No more good

Beneath the hood 

Yet there I stood

Still don’t know how I could