[b]After promising a dear friend that I'd post one of my poems for him and after he guilt-tripped me, I decided to finally post one. This is for you @B'ni Dhana [/b]
This is a poem I wrote when I was just stuck, not knowing what to do. I felt helpless and useless but I've come far since that day.
I hope you enjoy it. I'm still pretty new at this so be gentle.
*Smiles
Good Vibes, Lol *Note Sarcasm*
At what cost will I remain lost
With nowhere to go
No one to hold
Just this deep trench that I furrow
I'm stuck
In a pit of sand
With knowledge to escape
But no urge to leave
Helpless I sit
Watching my body continue to be engulfed
Wanting to leave
But loving the torture
What is this feeling?
This feeling of contentment
From eternal dismay and sorrow
Complete dementia
Waves crash on the sea shore
And reach my contour
They pick me up
And let me go like dust
I'm tossed like the powerful sacks of tyranny
Thrashed like a slave by fury of the master
Soaked like the cotton they picked in the thunderous down pour
Bruised like the back of the young black woman protecting her family
I feel I have no purpose
No goals
I'm stagnant
Rejecting the revolution
Will I rise?
Will I stand up against this oppression?
Oppression from the mastery of the demons within me
Oppression from the body that carries me
What am I to do?
Where am I to go?
Longing for the open road
Where there is a tomorrow
This is a poem I wrote when I was just stuck, not knowing what to do. I felt helpless and useless but I've come far since that day.
I hope you enjoy it. I'm still pretty new at this so be gentle.
*Smiles
Good Vibes, Lol *Note Sarcasm*
At what cost will I remain lost
With nowhere to go
No one to hold
Just this deep trench that I furrow
I'm stuck
In a pit of sand
With knowledge to escape
But no urge to leave
Helpless I sit
Watching my body continue to be engulfed
Wanting to leave
But loving the torture
What is this feeling?
This feeling of contentment
From eternal dismay and sorrow
Complete dementia
Waves crash on the sea shore
And reach my contour
They pick me up
And let me go like dust
I'm tossed like the powerful sacks of tyranny
Thrashed like a slave by fury of the master
Soaked like the cotton they picked in the thunderous down pour
Bruised like the back of the young black woman protecting her family
I feel I have no purpose
No goals
I'm stagnant
Rejecting the revolution
Will I rise?
Will I stand up against this oppression?
Oppression from the mastery of the demons within me
Oppression from the body that carries me
What am I to do?
Where am I to go?
Longing for the open road
Where there is a tomorrow
Dreaming is Believing