healing

There is a power that resonates…

Shoots out, bounce back, it vibrates…

That certain power,

Where words become louder..

Thoughts transform to human sound,

Weight by words, heavier

Pound for pound.

Sometimes...

what you hear--

Delicate twinkles as a chandelier.

Perhaps, another tune is clear.

Daggers unsheath and protrude,

Words hurt, enough

To change your mood.

Casting that transformation spell,

Freeing insight from mental Hell,

Come forth— the truth.

Step into skin of ‘forgotten’ youth…

Scream.

..

Let the banshee demon wail and rage,

Otherwise, transform word to page,

Let tears fall down, unholy rain

Grab your gut, and rock

In pain, in pain.

Perhaps,

The only way to tame,

The burning, choking, fire-flame,

Let it out

The same way it came..

Scream.

..

How can I expect to protect

Myself, and simultaneously invest

Time that’s supposed to be mine,

Can no one drop a DIME

Few “trained” leaders are kind!

Assuming everyone alike,

True, in that no one’s prepared for the bite.

Adulthood is throwing you the mic

As an adequate tool to fight

A room full of sharks & your only trust,

A weapon in the form of words,

Deadly! If–

Used correctly,

Which you must,

To survive this generational curse, to

Decay and let forth a healthy earth

Which takes care of life since birth.

Until then, I’ll just…

Scream.

..

To those who said, “Thoughts aren’t loud,”

Has never seen a spirit unwound,

When the words inside their head–

Their consistent partner in bed.

Whether it quiet or profound,

Still, by far, the loudest sound,

Between dark clouds

And an unspoken voice dead on the ground,

Darker places won’t be found

In a space where the soul feels bound…

Scream.

..

In all honesty, I am disgraced.

Not for my actions, no,

Those I proudly display.

What I mean is the complete lack of taste

And tools, to show us the way.

But what can I say? Of the blame,

For the adults who lead us astray,

Their parents handicapped them the same!

Yet still, a personal responsibility to claim,

Music attached to your name,

Rules to a game we all play..

The destination near,

Journey so far?

Without knowing how to begin,

Nor where to start?

It’s easy to not know where you are.

SCREAM.

..

Truly, the first step is to feel.

Let the painful motion picture reel–

Dig into the subconscious and peeel

Back the boarder.

Review what we set as law & order,

The ways we thought to heal?

Adopted from other, contorts us,

Wrong! The way we’re taught– ABORT THIS!

‘Family’ is a web you create,

Of partners, friends, others, you generate

A forcefield of support to aerate

Toxic energy of a soul in pain.

What wasn’t taught? The worst demise–

All the soothing comfort we need?

Inside.

Where the urge to write, dance, sing, & cry,

Aids and slowly fixes what’s misaligned.

Now, where our path goes awry,

When parents don’t allow their kid to be a child,

Your dreams starve & dry,

As most important, you believed,

THAT within your parents mind.

SCREAM.

..

It feels like you’ve been kidnapped.

An addict, and all you urge, is relapse.

Breaking the mold that clasped

A budding butterfly,

Dying for flight,

You ache for new sight.

Break from what you thought, your whole life–

Growing, blooming, finally feeling bright!

Those close may look with spite..

Perhaps, the largest discomfort,

Not everyone will come with

Your new future, however, adorn it!

Your vision, your voice, the same source!

Not all are meant to enjoy your chord!

Whatever the obstacle, do not abort!

Your life and happiness are here,

In short,

Breathe.

..

This may sound like spiritual hoodoo,

But should you trust and choose,

This path will lead you to virtue.

Because when you lack your voice,

Its not seeing a choice,

Or option, you approve of.

Give into the lust,

Do as I do,

Become a guide,

And maneuver the energy inside you.

Take down your walls,

Befriend the guards, know them all,

Puzzle pieces begin to fall

Into place as confidence grows tall–

Feeling giant, you forget you felt small.

Breathe.

..

The hurt you endured was cruel.

Life dealt an incredible duel.

Be as it may,

You are stronger than you say.

Nothing says “tame”

Like containing yourself in a cage.

Not a victim, but a champion who overcame,

This will be far in your past someday.

Confront your demons, take off their mask.

Sit with them, your first task,

Realize they’re you!--

An inner child.

Soothe and recognize, you won’t look back.

Mourn the ego, in all black,

Observe your emotions and they won’t stack

Any higher than your knowledge lacks.

Breathe.

..

More in control than you thought.

You find the peace you so sought.

Mistakes don’t define who you are,

And neither do your scars.

Emotions are simply different parts.

Listen to them well, and they won’t start–

Within each, a message close to heart,

Don’t forget, and wiser you’ll impart.

Seek your goals.

Allow your dreams to unfold,

Treat your body like it’s covered in gold.

Eat well, and uphold

The duty to fight off cold.

Shoulder the ache from growth.

Mentally or physically?

I mean both.

Breathe.

N.Vs

2020