Lifeless entity; A dead identity
The shadow of dream blurringly seen
A boy lost in the jungle book of trauma and pain
Where was my baloo?
You have no idea the weight sadness carries
Until you’re not welcomed
In your own body
I know pain and trauma
like a blind man knows darkness
The festival of tears my pillow witnessed at night
was a different kind of baptism
What was my sin?
That my penalty should be a neurological disorder
Or should I say a curse we couldn’t find the cause
A curse that just didn’t scare me from flapping my wings
But made me believe my cage
Was a safe sanctuary i should never leave
All alone
every seizure was a different kind of nail
I had to endure on this Golgotha
So I put aside my umbrella of shame
and faced the rain of pain like a gladiator
after the gale of misfortune life had spurned my way
Pen to a paper
the only way I cured this cancer
For whilst science gave up on me
Art gave me another life
by dipping it’s paint brush in my redness
Now see the beauty my pain writhes out of me
all because I fell in love with it
They said he is a nobody
But wait !
Doesn’t “Nobody” know tomorrow
Now watch how I go from being a nonentity
to a psychic
Yes me; I am what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Yes me ;The one who survived the hunger of love and attention
Yes me ;The one who beat death
to it’s favorite game
and outran it with this sprinter’s legs of self belief
Yes me; The stem of don’t give up too easy’s root
Yes me ; The faith that changed your fate