On the surface, im ok..my ambition strong..but beyond the bright lights of bliss, I am choking..turmoil in my throat aches for reprieve..wishing for brighter days ahead..some way to regain my laughter and a joy evermore for which I strongly stand..
Opening my soul..spilling my shamefull ink..hoping the world could handle my imperfections from which I sink..a risk this becomes, a gamble of faith..will there be forgiveness for my mistakes..even the ones for which Im not to blame..?
Trying to normalize the endurement of this sorrow and discouragement telling me to keep these thoughts within..fear sets in..a rope from which I hang over words Ive spoken..assuming from the silence in the air that my lifes been taken..
Praying the windows of their eyes will have more humanity..coping with the realization that not all have mercy..desperatly anticipating expedient thoughts granting my pen and I clemency..individuals willing to step into the emotions my inks flowing till its empty..
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By: Lisa Roberts aka LyricalLisa7
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