Often I shut off, from the world and it’s craziness.
Often I cut off, and clear away from my haziness.
I write some poetry, and I pour a cup of black brew.
Or, I steam hot tea, green matcha because I enjoy that too.
Often, I play music – it stirs my soul to write poetically.
I feel all that I can feel, sometimes in manic beats,
But, I am just a loving spirit who likes to feel energetically.
My best days are truly ahead of me.
The dark days, they will come, and I will be prepared.
The harsh rays, from the sun, will never leave me scared.
Because I am one, a strong person, who has shown many tears…
But I have won, internal reversion, with many optimistic years.
I pray to God, on occasion, hoping for his renewing strength.
Because I am tainted, yet, patient, I know I’m not a saint…
Often hallucinations, made me feel I was ill equipped.
Why do I feel like this?
Why do I feel so much?
Why do I choose to?
Shadows in my room, whether angels or demons, I never know who’s who.
The sounds of rain, I snooze to.
My heart, although I change, I try to stay true to.