Mama

 Mama "Neva" said there'd be days like this.

I awake to embrace the morning.

All not, to receive it's kiss...

Back... to reality.

My insanity.

With a stern face.

Hands me.

Trials, Mama "Neva" told me.

Mama "Neva" said...

There'd be days like this.

All while she scolded me.

My void morphs into an abyss.

All while life molds me.

At times life molds  me.

Like an icky, furry substance.

It's growing to me.

Sowing me.

With alot of learned lessons.

Blessings unbeknownst to me.

In dreams I wonder.

Are my blessings passing me?

Or were my eyes wide shut?

I should have been day dreaming.

Instead of dreaming...

While my eyes were shut.

I suppose I'll cut...

Lines like this.

Mama "Neva" said there'd be days like this.

Goals shattered by verbal fist.

I'd rather miss.

The days that, hold me hostage.

Hard to notice my advantage.

Now I, sleep awake.

Closely considering my options.

I'll be damn if I'll be consumed and adopted by solace.

Sometimes before shaking hands with peers.

My palms adorn malice.

Days like this.

Days like this.

Mama "Neva" said there'd be...

Emptiness warming the other side of my bed.

Not cool linen, but sweat compressed to my head.

Thoughts walk, to jog, to run full sprints.

Mama "Neva" said there'd be days like this.

Mama neva told me, that I'd be sitting in the creases of corners loathing.

I try to get my dreams to surpass hoping.

On days like this.

I remember when my ball point pen use to hold me and my thoughts would turn into abstract plans.

Now all I have is a stack of journals to hold me.

Through trials, life showed me.

A collage of snakes, trailing through trimmed grass.

I ask my trials "what is this?"

I ask my triumphs "how long will you last?"

Days like this.

Days like this.

I must admit...

Through me being her success.

My heart boldly confessed.

That I must go through days like this.

Rita S.

M.T.F.D.