I try to listen…
To my mind & heart, and the reminders of
being ripped apart.
By the fears, doubts and stress.
By the judgements, assumptions and
Digitized corruption.
I try to listen…
To the message embedded in my head,
An anecdote comprised of notes,
and moments that lead to
Jumping leaps ahead,
Listening to the lessons that bread
wisdom in the alchemy of lead.
It’s in the silence, I’ve found
The power to ground
Into a truth reflective of
a soul unbound.
It’s in the silence,
when the rain drip drops
On the roof top,
That I can quiet the existential dread,
And listen, as poems write themselves
In my head.
In a world, such as this,
Taking a moment to be
Is considered horse-piss.
So… try to listen…
To the voice in your heart
That’s beckoning for a fresh start.
Free from fear, and the demons’
Heads they rear.
Try to listen…
To the truth you’ve known:
that you’ve never been alone.
All you’ve ever needed is someone
To listen…
To hear you
Through the fear you cling to.
To hold the reflection
Of all of your perfect
imperfections.
This spot, I’ve found myself in,
Has allowed be to be a human
Who listens.
Who hears the stories,
And shares in the glories,
Of humans just like you,
Who are just looking for some to hear
them too.
I think that my mission,
Is to give you permission,
To feel, think and relieve your
mental clot
In a world that, would rather have you
Not.
I’ve found myself in this spot,
The pressure’s rising,
And getting hot.
I can say with confidence,
There’s no greater gift than
mastering dark arts defense.
If this new space comes with influence,
Than I’ll approach it with grace.
Knowing full well
I’m running my own damn race.
Turning Impressions into lessons,
Moments into Sonnets,
And wounds into words.
Reminding you not to trust everything
You’ve heard.
You’re capable.
You’re able.
Your story is non fiction,
Not a fable, so embrace the friction.
Make it count.
You can’t be labeled.
I am a human, with a long way to go,
But please always know…
My mission is to grow,
And always be the one
who listens.
