• lodayih 31w

    It would be a slap on the face of the souls of all the wonderful creatives within me,
    To let pain Destroy instead of strengthen my resolve.
    Because pain is of the devil and he always comes with death knocking silently beckoning me,
    Tempting and begging me to take that step towards my own demise
    In all my darkness fears and regrets , through the anxiety and self doubt.
    I remember even if I have nothing to hold on to ,
    I have these not so few words of mine to uplift my spirit.
    In my solitude and silent meditation
    In my prayers and tears;
    I remember every single drop of sweat
    Every tear, shed by my mothers before me .
    Their struggles ,their pain their stories to tell
    And one more thing they never gave up.
    I've never felt deserving of anything and also felt like I deserved it all .
    Most of all I felt I needed to gather my true tribe no matter how little we may be .
    we deserve a spot on this earth!
    Where I would truly belong ,
    But to belong one must be strong
    And find the courage to keep moving on
    Not just strength.
    Cause any man can be strong but it takes courage to build strength.
    I can't leave cause I have too many things to do
    Too many souls to free ,
    How could I have forgotten; I am everything and nothing all at once.
    Aretha Franklin once said Before I would be a slave ,I'd be dead in my grave .
    This is the universe's reminder ,I must still discover this heaven on earth not for myself but them.
    And I try
    Try to not stray off the forrest path .
    For the beast always lurks,
    Trying to take it all.
    ©lodayih