12-14-16A Poem by ToxicLife is...unfair at times. It’s almost like a plate. If you take care of it...it’ll last forever. If you drop it or let go….it could shatter. Imagine everyone as a plate for a moment. Yes, it sounds weird, but bear with me. Imagine plates walking around some flawless….others have cracks or pieces missing. Or everyone could be a book. You just have to be brave enough to turn their pages and read their story. I think God has something in store for me. It may take a crucial setback, but he never makes mistakes right? Sometimes I wander into the night with nothing to light my path to get to day. My days had lingering darkness in them. Sometimes they still do. Some kind of shadow is haunting me. It lurks in my brightest moments. My mental state is so deteriorated… My brain is like a flower it’s fully bloomed into something amazing--but...it is wilting….withering away into some unknown territory… © 2018 Toxic |
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Added on February 14, 2018 Last Updated on February 14, 2018 |