I been under attack since I left the sack if I could talk my first words would have been put me back I would've been a runaway at birth if I could walk my first day on earth the best move I made is when I moved away I realized the longer I stayed was a big mistake I decided to work on my craft and create space to reduce the pressure lift the weight weighing me down the spirit of obligation making me feel obligated after all we are related that explanation statement and action taken is the reason my heart is broken I can only be open to strangers I can't get emotional support from those I love with all my heart it's a numbness I can't explain when I talk to God I complain I ask God to explain why trying to be positive the cause of so much pain why is there so much quarrel in the family trait how did my cousin walk away with everything my grandparents built and her name isn't even on the family quilt I have the right to be uptight when something don't sit right
why should I get bit before I bite when I know when to strike opposing forces more than twice unspoken secrets woven in the fabric wreaks havoc the damage was done before I was born the first one to tear through the womb cursed with empathy for those heart chakra green with envy it took some time to find out who resented me how can a loved one turn out to be a enemy what is the cause of deep seated jealousy trauma manifestation blame shifting manipulation
stemming from personal insecurities and need to be the hero in their own narrative projecting their negative personalities onto me
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Charles2 says: Heavy! Sometimes, we walk down a dark road in time, till the distant drone of things undone, gets lost amid the background noise. And what formerly were constant distractions for the love once shared, becomes null and void. In the echoes of the night... we can't always see the open road . We just go on... Realize, we need no disguise. When we are just the unknowing traveling in the unknown. Still, seems we had forgotten. The place we sit upon the throne is a part of your heart. The truth lies within. Once started it never parts. As long as you remember to respect yourself. No weapon formed against you will prosper. Remember, too...we are never alone. just faced in different ways. And the emotions we transmit are received one way, applied another. Take the blue pill and chill... let the others cut vegetables, throw them in the pot and let it stew for awhile until it becomes something else, Dinner. Call everyone home sit down, say grace and be grateful. Everyone's a winner |
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