The Road I Traveled To Learn To Fly
When times were hard
and the road was so rough
it seemed my best efforts
were not nearly enough
I took a prescription
of self-inflicting
damaging words
to tear my higher self down
To tear myself down
a very high risk
I thought as I stood
at the edge of the cliff
for better or worse
I shall learn to fly
or the next fall could be
the one where I die
The day that I died
I failed to exist
floating impatiently
into falseness
who I was
was not what made me
the point of it all
pointed into obscurity
Live harder and faster
void of disaster
that was my goal
from then and thereafter
and right up to now
it has worked well
escaping the darkness
in the great depths of hell
from whence I came
had to abstain
this new existence
now knows my name
I painted it in the
bad place I escaped
as I stood firmly
for the first time
filled with faith.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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