What are you running from?
Interminable guilt complexes?
Vicariously lived lives?
Mediocrity. Hypocrisy. Jealousy. Lies
Of proclaimèd love and secret hate. Of secret desires to see
me fall or ingratiate
Myself to desperate and desolate depths – unforgivable law of delimited self respect.
Why must my time to rise be defined
By the sand dune dreams you never dared to climb? Into which
your faded footprints merely sink
Your unwhole life wasted in the sand dunes of time.
Your hourglass not only ran out- it cracked
Like the fragmented facets of your many faces that cracked
Leaving you dispirited; malnutritioned, you lack – I can’t make up for your lack – of
Gumption, character or loving
Support your own depths,
I’ll support my own heights. I reach for skies
I’m immune to your cries,
your abuses, my, oh
My league is miles high. I’ve wasted enough energy and time.
It took more than a day, but now I walk in the light.