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Love from another person has to be one of the most desired sorrows we as humans seek. It's flat out crazy what we do for something that causes more pain than joy. I think if we learn to appreciate the person in the mirror we might find the true meaning of love. To me it was never about focusing our energy on just one person, but rather focusing it on ourselves. If we learn how to embrace our own essence, we then can see beauty and love inside everyone and everything we encounter. I'm not gonna lie, I struggle with this on a daily basis and I have more set-backs than I do jump-forwards, but I will tell you this. I'm not sorry for learning how to adore my flaws. At the end of the day I'm the only person who has control of my happiness, and I deserve to love every part of my being.
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I am just another echo of the past generations of poets and writers that came before me, but I have begun to put my own unique twist upon these pages. You know, I have always had a deep infatuation for lyrics and words, I just never thought I'd be able to translate the blurred voice, that I had; I thought I would be, just yet, another reader... but I am learning the language of my own being, and I now long to become fluent in its tongue.
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Some say I have a gift,
But what was the cost?
For it was Earth shattering pain;
It was detrimental loss.
It was a hate for myself.
It was violence in my mind.
It was a longing for more.
It was a mystery to find.
A mystery to find,
A better way of life;
A love for myself,
And a love for man kind.
So my God told me,
To do it with words.
Simple words at that,
So they all could be heard.
So that all could read,
And easily follow along,
So I just write these words,
And hope that their memory will live on.
I try my hardest to display them;
Most times with rhyme.
They give me a release,
And let my soul shine.
But I no longer burry them,
I write them for all to see
So maybe that you'll see,
That we all are begging to be.
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