Breaking The Habit:

 

Do you come undone by their words

of self need to be something they are not

do you become twisted by self affliction

of tormented belief of what was said

back then in the midst of hurt

when you were and dreams were but borne

did you become lost in the seas of loss

drifting past echoes of those long gone

beyond the lines of distinction

or even clarity

did you raise hands and say no not me

or did you suffer fools gladly

and become the meek 

praying they will pass you by 

left in the corner 

as if no one nothing

your tears a stream the cheeks

but no one noticed you

as slowly you came untied

unhinged within

Oh to be born as a flower 

in the summer sun

to stretch out petals

to the light and warmth

that is devotional

to be sheltered touched fed

and to be to grow in wonderment

as those that see

admire all the beauty

that is surely you

Well we all cant be that we dream of

but we can be a flower

growing in our own garden

of self hope and belief

and those that stop to listen

hear our very voices

are those that care about you

for being you

without expectation demand

this is your garden

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