CardozaCreativeMinds Poetry Readings
Collective thoughts I believed myself to be damaged piece, puzzle incomplete. Like part of malice nature’s weak personality. There was no abbreviation for me. I was that weight on someone’s heart when things went wrong. The painful tears of memories brought from that one song. A crumbled up paper with the realization of how to move forward took too long. The choice that was past the last one. I use to think that balance to everything was off because I simply existed. Never to be trusted to be someone’s “fix it.” My heart begged and begged me to see, that I was causing no one misery. But how could I know if even when I opened my eyes I still felt the same? Sad, tired of being alive. Not knowing who to go to trust with these thoughts in my mind. So I kept living with meshed thoughts that would never allow to filter good thoughts through. I dealt every morning as another point I would misunderstand the beauty in the worldview. And as my thoughts would explode and collide I felt the more I was lost the more I became kind. Slowly gears turned in my soul. I stopped making things about me and began tackling the world bold. I still got hurt but felt I melted to become new mold. Being different now and willing to listen, wanting to understand. The world still lonely even with all weight on me I now wanted life. I felt I could. Believing, I can.
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