This Image of Mine

by "way2confident"



This image of myself that i see is a reflection of the only perfection that I have ever known.

A man raised by peers awaiting guidence from a father that was never there,

sleep walking

my life is my dream and i am so afraid to wake up.

is there life after death?

nobody ever came back from dying to tell me so why wouldn’t I live my life and collect what is mine from the jump?

if there is indeed only one trip then I prefer to buckle in to this life of mine and ride it till my face cramps up from the ever-lasting smile that I share with those that walk without one.

I am a poster child of hardship turned straight

remember me?

how could you

you have never really seen me because I have never met myself until recently

hello you

hello me

how are we doing?

I can see things now and control my life better now that I know how things work

manipulating

changing the flow

making the pieces fit to satisfy my hunger for better days

you’ve given me another door

you’ve shown me the meaning of hustle

but my rainy days are nothing compared to your war stories

i can see the flood of tears in my dreams as i think of you while I sleep

while you sleep...

...if you sleep

being a friend

my friendship is questionable

searching

turnin page after page in the big yellow book for a plumber that can turn off the fountain of pain that you hide inside so nicely

im here

it was ordained

doing what has always been asked of me by my greater power

walking blind-folded into land so unfamiliar

walking

into situatiions tha aren’t my own to make living life more benefital for whom

not myself

my days have gotten so much brighter since the sun was last eclipsed in my life

figurativly speaking

the road before me is smoother but i have always chosen the unfinished path

i prefer the struggle because nothig comes easy.

This image is mine

this image I paint is a picture of reflection

believing in reasoning and questioning everything

i am 100 watts of pure light lost in the dark

painting pictures of the rain that taps songs i sing to

on the stained glass windows of my soul.

I know me neter then I know anybody

heartless

cold

caring

loving

misunderstood

hello you

hello me

how are we?

so very

Illuminated

nice write, enjoyed

welcome....

thank you.