The Guards: a Poem

It’s like I’m in a prison
and they are the guards
fear racing thru each of our hearts
silently watchful or totally neglectful
either way, it’s totally not fucking helpful
need to escape
but no opportunities come my way
stuck in all this ancestoral pain
just praying for the light
to shine on me one day … ☀️

But I also feel guilty
spewing all this negativity
but the life I’ve had
it’s been very damaging
with the way you chose
to handle and manage me
I need acknowledgement
and I need my sanity;
I need a new path
to be laid out in front of me
just praying again
for fortune
to favour honesty

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