Poetry & Self-Awareness

I’m doing my best

There is no resting until I figure it out

When I move ahead, I often get caught up in a set up

But I’m going to keep on testing my abilities

Playing with the melodies to reach tranquility

Suggesting better strategies, feeding my creativity

My pain is strong but every time it hits me I get even stronger

Some pain I’ve become immune to, some I’ve released and some pain still drowns me

Sometimes I want to vent, but I’m tired of venting, sometimes it feels so unsettling

Wrestling darkness, protecting my spirit

Old soul, old beliefs, still believes in old tricks

Don’t want to relieve old trips, sometimes I slip, I bite my lip, it grips my soul, I have no control

But when the darkness strips off my skin, that’s a trip I’m trying to stay in