The Test With No Right Answer

We should all have a story to tell.... even if it's not the fairytale others envision.

Throughout all the times I picked up a pen

Jotting down thought and emotion

Revealing fantasies and hidden devotions

I never considered myself a writer

 

In my mind I was a fighter

 

It was because of these words

I was able to be heard without being spoken

Yet

Here I am

Willing to stand exposing the life I chose to live

 

Many would look at me

Choose to see what the exterior has to show

But little to they know

The miles I had to go

To get where I am today

 

What if I were to say

I've been disowned

Condoned by my own family

For choosing a man I thought I happily loved

 

Who knew the first shove

Would escalate to the wrath of a fist

Who would have known

I've lived out of the back seat of my car

Nearly starved because my ego was too large to go home

 

Then when you take it way back

Who would be able to see

I grew up in the country

Lived a life of seclusion

Then when I got in the city

My family got in a tizzy because

I associated with them "others"

And by "others" I mean brothers

 

The fight began at an early age

Stayed surrounded by rage

So soon came the day

I no longer wished for tomorrow

I felt no more sorrow

I felt numb

 

There came a time I stopped believing in truth

It had been so long since I was given proof hope still existed

I started to dismiss it from myself

My mental health turned to the spiral companion

Kept secretly on the shelf

And I wrote

 

I wrote to free myself from the tribulations

Wrote to free my soul from the temptations of Satan

There was a gift I soon would share

As I noted each nightmare and trial of life

It was as if the knife could no longer wound the flesh

 

I finally passed the test with no right answer

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i related to this. life can sometimes be so out of control, so unfair, so senseless that it's good to have a place where you can put things in order, even if it's just words. in a notebook you are in control and with some skill, you can make sense of things. you do it well here.

[perfectlymetiKulous]

Wow.
this was so powerful.
I'm moved by the sheer force of these words... and the last line was just perfection.
Excellent work.

[[untitled]]

awesome...way better than any of mine

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Incredible joint! Xeru told me to check you out and I'm vastly impressed with your talent. You have a great flow to this one that leads to an understanding of your point. Great one-liners and moments that made me think. It's dope. Nuff said. I'll keep an eye out for you.......Fingers snapping with applause....

[Taylor H]

I like

[Mark]

You pass with flying colors. Without words it's just a scream.

[Dionysus Cain]

on point. i really enjoyed this. it punches you in the chest. the realness is on point, the feeling is there and the thought flows like water in a cup. great write , i enjoyed it

[BJ "Bunneh3000" Brown]

OMG.. .this is a blazin' write L-Boogie... THIS IS THE STUFF THAT INSPIRES!!! I LOVE IT!!! The way you ended the poem was brilliant too. That line has such resonance. I've got a lot of friends I want to read this one as well. Be prepared for some more visibility ;) LOL

[Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX]

the flesh bares the timparl marks while soul an spirit pays the enternal price
many become frooze an now your free enuff 2 express it
an release it...its a blessin

My family got in a tizzy because

I associated with them "others"

And by "others" I mean brothers

THAT...made me smile yo...

u kno how important writing iz...we had this convo b4 soooo... salute...kudo's 2 you for goin surgically deeper than the flesh to express (got the insides of your chest alllll exsposed)

much talented you...from windy me 1love...

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[Kena Dawn Augustine]

iT'S BEEN a while since i felt this emotional while reading a poem here on cafe. Many have touched me, but this one def did!!! going in my favorites. similar to "my poetry soldier" and "the life" i think you and i, who have those battle wounds, agree, that writing is the best therapy!

"As I noted each nightmare and trial of life
It was if the knife could no longer wound the flesh..."

What if I were to say

I've been disowned

Condoned by my own family

For choosing a man I thought I happily loved

(i've been there too. my parents warned me so many times, and i ran after him anyway, and got burned in the process. it's only through pain and struggles that we can see our blessings in life. when i was with him i wasn't creativtelly inspired at all. now writing flows, like honey, and i have so much outpour of creative ideas i can't bridle them all! ha ha)

I LOVE THIS POEM. THANKS FOR LETTING ME READ IT THIS MORNING TO START OUT MY DAY. LI LI
LOVE YA LI LI!!!

As I noted each nightmare and trial of life

It was if the knife could no longer wound the flesh