How to reclaim peace when abandonment has left me scarred and wounded
I am the villainy in their stories bread on secrets and lies and an easy scapegoat
I am a poet which is not a hobby and the pain I claim is real and not flights of fancy
Even though Aunt Nancy has fallen into god’s cruel joke leaving me abandoned and alone
The truth hurts when the words break through the fantasy of a family of gold
The invisible observer that is not suppose to take my passion seriously unless dad on high horse invites you into the club
a pattern I unconsciously repeated in danbury at a dark bar preaching my woes to players of a deeper order
Left with the pieces of my broken heart to get over the shock of being the bad guy and using all my might to not give a dam
I am a poet so my mind laughs at this notion cuz to shy away now leaves my legacy in hip pop crisiseee
I pave the way for the young and defiant
I walk the path of the bruised and battered sooth sayers
and I lay the foundation for my greatest test to not let go of the song in my heart and the cry of my writings
I am the villian and can not escape that label in the dark of status foes
I accept it begrudgingly knowing that all the powerful who brave the vulnerable have left this fate to us
to me
to my mission
of poet
enough
no status
no bounty
no excuses
just a compelling to write it out
sing it out
drum it out
and bear the label of
begrudging while I sink into the human rat race from my bedside
and smoosh my blues into the sun
reclaiming my own fun in this pain
without the validation of the world
but with the determination in my mind
vulnerable
villian
poet
enough

Eyes on the skies