Heart on my sleeve
Today, I cleared space in my life.
threw away lost hopes, loves and dreams;
Faught my way through jungles
of dust, hiding the shameful ignorence
I show for life.
every moment is golden;
the laughs, fights and tears
that these paper portraits hold.
I baptised myself, setting
fire to the old me, the sad me,
stood holding her hand in every shot
- (to the heart) - ME!
Old guitars and strings that wept all night
to block the screams.
"If that guitar cried out...
it was only to show
I wasn't the only one with those emoitons."
I ripped up bills
and gave the finger to taxes.
torn letters -
not one harbored love,
except from family.
I looked back at the world;
stood silent
and empathised with the boy,
fore I had walked
more than my fare share
in those shoes.