RMC

My fear is strife.
I need to relax and release
this consumption of grief
of what has become of me.

Sober I know I’ll grow
in mind, body and soul.
I have tense shoulders I need
release of shit I can’t control.

It’s been so long since I’ve loved
and seen a sincere smile.
I need to erase my pain
I’ve been through for miles.

Work hard and move forward
day by day I try to stay healthy.
But everybody has a grief
I see in them but its not the same.

Sometimes I want to jump
and end the nightmares.
The past keeps calling me names,
I keep within things I can’t share.

The pain is a dismembered heart,
I need a smile and all its art.
I love beauty inside the heart
of someone who loves my part.

I try to give all I can to complete
the circles I’ve left incomplete.
Yet my feet won’t allow me to
forget the grip of defeat.

My feet hurt and a smile
makes the mountains not tall awhile.
So the things that matter most
are the things makes genuine smiles.

Miles on my heart make me part
of this reality I live in.
Sin again I feel alive and aware
I judge too harshly a friend.

My best friend is me,
I need to treat myself to see
that inside I need to breathe
in air that sets me free of anxiety.

Positively I need positive thoughts
and not be something I am not.
Sometimes I feel so alone
in a land time has forgot.

I need love and all its majesty
to fight the pull of gravity.
But I need to love myself first
so I can see what makes me see.

Sober is a way I have learned
is not how all turn
like the globe that God told
that in the end all sinners burn.

So I look to the sky
asking God and wondering why
I have been where I’ve been
and what’s worth living to try. 

My soul has been ripped apart
so many times it’s a crime.
All I can do express and confess
to God I promise to try and forget strife.