My Meditations

I am alone with my thoughts, threatening to succumb to the degeneracy of my past.

I rummage through the ruins and find flashes of vibrant innocence.

Now carcasses of unfulfilled dreams, unkept promises, and suppressed hope.

Stuck on the past, the future interjects, and I open the curtains to the present, a gift to my future self.

I open the eyes from a deep meditation, to charm tomorrow to fruition.

In solitude my thoughts crowd because I have been avoiding them for so long,

Among them, are the people I have heaped up in a stock of unacknowledged sentiments.

It has not been effortless; I have been casting out demons and banishing them.

The world broke me, to some, I was the hardest person they’ve known,

Eventually, I became strong at the broken places.

Now, I want to mend where my worlds split, and carve crevices that serve as openings for the next me.

In a world of perception, my insight comes from suffering from wanting to ‘BE’.