when you’re the chosen one
capable of anything just by being
but no one is capable of seeing
the pain you mask behind a
dashing smile and
dirty lines
i relate to this inescapable pain this
unexplainable darkness like clouds moving in
no forecast of thunder storms
heavy rains without warning
umbrellas are not enough nor are
levies to keep you from becoming soaked
determination and wit
salty silent tears you cry alone
hush little baby don’t you cry
busying yourself with substances and punks that
encourage and promote your destruction in the
name of having fun or going in
dancing, singing, and tooting the night away until the
hurt and pain have become numb
but where is the love the puppy the picket
fence and the dream one who arrives in time to
cradle your heart and make things right by complimenting
your beautiful life and self
encouraging you to wake up and bring those dreams you’re capable of to life
removing your shirt revealing the “S” on your chest
are they somewhere hurting to?
then a voice in the midst of treating yourself whispers in
your ear, “you are not alone to your own self be true”
i get it now nippy miracles are not to be thrown away or
discarded like dirty mop water but are to be nurtured and
treated and restored and appreciated like a vintage car or
a broken heart not even the best doctor can prescribe
the script needed to heal yourself
be strong, you are already loved and the universe needs you
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