Peace
How would it feel to wake up with no worry?
No more pain, sorrow or anxiety
No more overthinking? How happy I’d be
Free from this mental slavery
How sweet my emancipation day would be
No more whips and chains life bestowed upon me
I have so much flaws that you don’t see
I cover them up so you only see the good in me.
I’m like a blue hole.
The surface is a beautiful indigo, but pitch black below.
Sadly, sometimes the darkness consumes me
It has me in a chokehold like a dog on a leash
Some days I want to go to the beach without a life vest
I can’t swim so there’s only one way my visit will end
I imagine my lungs being filled with salty sea air
The wind in my 4b/c hair
That beautiful body of water will be the last to see my tears
No more heartbreaks
No embarrassment
No more tears
Just Peace
The end probably feels like a breath of relief,
But you no longer need air to breathe.
As much as I want to be freed like Kunta Kinte
My leap of absence would be a pity
I’m talented, beautiful, funny, and witty
So I’ll push through until God says my mansion is ready.
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