The cost of freedom is not free
The dream is sold separately
Altered from reality
Secluded from people that look like me
Different versions for He and/or She
No matter how many times we kneel on bended knee
Not even with the death of the Son on Calvery
Not after calling on the holy Trinity
The cost of freedom is still not free
See, a dream deferred is a safer bet
Safely nestled in failure’s net
No high place to fall from,
No need to fret
No Sun to burn your eyes, while staring into space hoping that today will be the day for breakthrough
No hope…
Just the sound of quiet whimpers amongst the silence of complacency in the graveyard of success
“Be the one to break generational curses” is the dumbest shit I ever heard
Touted from the rooftops by those that perpetuate the narrative
The same ones that claim to be your day ones until you need them on day 2
The same ones that hold the bucket steady to pull you back down on day 3 of your climb to a better outcome
The same ones that have your back to only pull you back when you “think you better” than them
The same ones that congratulate but never coagulate, only seem to run
The same ones that say they shook one but are only around for the fun
The gunners on your team that seem to always be out of ammo at the same time you’re out of steam
The journey to ascension is lonely once you pick up your cross and decide to bear it
Truly heavy is the crown
About the Creator
Moni Schex
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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