I’m accountable for my actions, whether I take
responsibility for my part now or later, it’s my fault,
I either decide or decide not to decide
but in the initial stages, God gets the brunt
of my rage. I refuse to pray, stuck in my feelings;
I only end up harming myself more.

I’m not mad at you anymore for giving up
your parental rights when you gave me up
for family adoption, despite the trauma
I experienced in my new home; I couldn’t
imagine my life anywhere else, I’m a survivor.

Everyone wishes to experience real
happiness; it’s the key attraction in life
driven by prosperity, expensive trinkets
accompanied by constant dissatisfaction
—temporary satisfaction—the more uncomplicated
you live, there you’ll find God in the midst.

She keeps walking away from the complication
that follows that unhealthy relationship she held
on to as her last resort for love, but he keeps
coming back; one minute, the effort is there,
and the next minute, everything goes ice cold.

Its confusion all around the communication bridges
got burnt down a long time ago; constant mind
games perhaps he was right; they could never have
a future together it’s been nothing but heartaches
and headaches eventually they parted ways
and exchanged a few bitter words
they can never recover is her only regret.

My voice operates on mute, externally my words
act like they’ve been sentenced to death
and are awaiting execution; afraid
of escaping, I do all the talking internally.

Alone is where I’ll cry and shed my old
skin; alone is where I’ll recharge and try
to forget about the mean, big-bad wolf past
I’m better off in my little world, separated from
the rest of the scary world, where no one
can harm me there, except me; only I can
destroy myself if I’m not careful
to maintain a positive mindset.

Every day’s a new opportunity for change,
another balloon of endless possibilities
pops up. You can make a difference, carry
the torch of responsibility, make the necessary
corrections, and end with a clean slate.

Happiness belongs to you, reclaim your joy,
extract your laughter from the dump,
and all the other goodness you threw away
in your moment of selfishness,
with gratitude, restore your calm.

You’ve been scuffling for attention
from the wrong people your entire life; they
couldn’t care less whether you live or die
as long as you stop troubling them
with your brand of puppy love;
they seem fine without you
further complicating their wonderful lives.

Fear ruins everything; it’s an illusion,
mental chains, hard to break free. It takes
faith in God to slay the dragon, too many
beautiful souls are prisoners to this tormentor,
wrongfully sentenced to death.

Misery is an untimely death, might as well
buy a plot and move into the cemetery
ahead of your scheduled appointment; it’s a
lonely place to end up while you are still alive.

Her laughter turned ice-cold
over 20 years ago; long ago, her innocence
got slapped away by miserable, broken people
who didn’t know how to love; she does not
remember what it feels like to experience
mental freedom; somehow, they managed to
imprison her mind, she’s stuck in a cynical world.