My Corner
“My Corner”
Like thistles to a thorn, or flowers to a garden, life can hurt or heal your pain
Nothing is sacred in life as we gather our stones to build our walls
Those with access to the world around us can destroy our every smile
The world we call life is angrier then a bird in the mouth of a snake
Not able to survive on foods for the gods I am left to scrape empty fountains
Lost in a world where I don’t fit in, I am left to wander through empty alleys
No matter how strong I feel today the weakness always returns tomorrow
I just want to know whose life I belong in if it’s not the life I call my own
Unable to feel secure with life’s events I lock myself away in the corner where I sit alone
Here in this dark corner I cannot be hurt from those deemed to make me crash
Those out there to make themselves look better by showing off the faults of others
Not willing to look at their own faults by destroying a family innocently trying to survive
So like the eagle flying highly above you looking for its prey. I ride upon its wings
Searching for my way through life’s tangled lines of yarn strewn about like kitten’s toys
I will find my life even if it’s not where I think it to be, some way some day
One day I will stand again and forget about those wishing I was locked away in my corner.
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2016
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