Mirrorly Timid

I took the pain of life as lashes to the back, stabbing of the neck, freezing of the hands, and low worth to the heart.

My spark was gone. I see it in others and became jealous and wanted to be rebellious. I became triggered like a shark.

I wanted mine back, and hatred wanted me to take it. I wanted you to feel my hate—my pride was wounded, and my love… well, I wouldn’t have assumed it.

I was high off life but drunk from my emotions. Scattered uncontrolled never patrolled. I became a shadow in the night, and a memory of the days. I was to be hidden from a gaze. It wasn’t an option on how I forgave.

I forgot myself and took up my cross. I denied my being and realized dishonesty's. The journey into forgotten, and forsaken places. I was in the pinnacle of dreams, outside real time, and went on with life as a giver, and doer.