I saw my death nine times
I fell from out of the tree house
UP in the sky. I ran from sin
But once it felt so good,
I washed in it…
I lost it all so that I could win
I desired to gain something that gave me nothing in the end…
I spread my wings and then stapled them to the ground
I missed my chance, after chance waiting around on people that are nowhere to be found now.
In my spiral-
So I spin.
I cry dry tears because nothing is left here.
I smile with uncertain joy
Wondering- what bad news is coming next?
Nervous to savor all of these moments that I know
I- cannot get back.
THESE are the feelings
The songs a sorrower sings
So many words to say and not enough space on the blank page to release…
The madness of a writer’s hand
The beauty of a masterpiece trapped in disaster
Stuck on stage performing the same damn dance
Over and over and over again
This Life of Mine Aint Shit-
and So I saw the cliff and I asked GOD,
and Before He could answer, I attempted to jump. And I landed with two feet on the ground.
It pissed me off
But He said, “You’re going to listen, ONE DAY, MY CHILD…”
“You aren’t finished yet.”
So I wiped my face, and started the day-
I had missed my chance
But Then, He woke Me Up- And Without my Permission, He gave me ANOTHER ONE…
I told GOD
“I’m so tired of being strong” He said, “Just hang ON…”
“YOU MUST FLY,
Whether you like it or not”
– R.K.B. (2020)