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.