Transitional Words
In this time as I transition and step off the precipice
It can be hard to stay so level and never question this
Have I invented this as way to handle problems
Or can it be much more after I have gone and solved them?
Cause I was on the bottom and was drowning in the apathy
Alcohol and scars replaced the thoughts of living happily
And in that time of tragedy, I could light up all these pages
As though the flow were airborne and highly damn contagious
But the hatred in my veins was a venom to be taken
Corroding every source of my strength when I was breaking
I was sitting, facing pain and the anger it was laced with
Apathy, not patience, was the way I chose to face it
And it got me no where racing, spinning every wheel again
Numbness, my acquaintance, it’d never let me feel again
It’d never let them steal again and take away what mattered
Nothing was much better than a something that was shattered
But that pattern has been breaking, I’m no longer feeling battered
You can hear the chitter chatter of my heart beat’s pitter patter
I now sit atop the ladder and can see how much I’ve risen
And maybe it’s not wrong to write thanks for what I’m given
Cause my vision has been altered, it’s complete without division
I’m wholly seeing her and this heaven that I sit in
This sunny world I live in can inspire in it’s own way
And I wouldn’t give it up for the fire, simply no way
I’ll aspire, in my own way, to always be a better writer
To be a better son, better boyfriend, better fighter
And you’ll never see me tire or fall backwards to the fire
These words will find their place cause I won’t let them retire
Notes: As I’ve become content with life, I’ve found it hard to get worked up enough about anything to write. Truth is, I can write about negative feelings very well, but happiness is really new to mean and I’m always afraid of being too cheesy with it or lacking any real depth. This is me discussing my struggle.
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