Excuse Me, The Path to Love Is The Other Way!
Home? Did you mean an obscure idea of being settled but on an issue of emotional stress that we have to keep it together!
My attempts to successful living
Has me trying to runaway
Time and time again I’m lost
By following in sorrow’s path
I met someone special on the way
In my time I missed out on this a million times
This mind that holds me captive
With a heart beating hard in my chest
Is hurting my corrupt idea on self awareness
Because I stumbled upon the love of my life
Making my home become a warm ‘n cozy place
One where I felt my spirit being set free
But while being trapped in this body
I have found to increase the volumes of love
By paralyzing my capability to running free
I’m now lost to my firm alarm sounding announcement
The one my brain plays for me when danger is near
This siren was my only sense of survival
That the anxiety buried deep in me
It has me feeling like a guest in my own trial of existence
On my way to urgent degrees of playing my cards right
This bitter sweet bite from chewing away at all attention
Begins me to heal and form therapy through my mental
The health; the safety of my home
Gets compromised by its housekeeper
That doesn’t expose enough of her own tries
My body now hanging tight to my souls activity
Being stumped by her forever loneliness
All the while the heart has its soul & spirit to keep as company
This Companionship focusing on its different personalities
Has now only cascaded me into feeling real feels
That then promise it will all get better
Fixation on a clever note to the ones charging me rent
Yet eviction faces me like the clues of being close to death
My body is my household that keeps me together
Broken pieces of what’s left to my will
Talk is cheap so my words get paid
A dime a day to intrigue my intuition
Praises to understand karma
It’s all in full effect
Numerous examples express uncertainty
Will the state of my despair take me there?
Down the same route of blessings that mimic you’re unaware
Can my home ever welcome more?
More? So this lonesome streak ends with an apparent loss
A loss that has the ability to dig itself out of its deep hole
Then plant something better inside of my heart
Where her lonely state will become less
And being afraid of having company will turn to a thing of the past
Leaving her with a full turn around
Where neglecting her home will be no more
And capturing peace prevails in a life
Of one that felt homeless in her own set.
About the Creator
Keanna Barry
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My writing is intended to be read by you and the lessons being learned from what i am saying is all i pray and hope for to help improve quality of life for you, me, and like everyone else too!
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