Rapscallion
I've dabbled in the written word
Fighting to be heard
Sharing my pain for years
Doing my best to hide my tears
The days in a dark haze
Mired in malicious malaise
But hey, I'm still alive
And boy do I strive
To get beyond all of that
So I trimmed the fat
I found ways to get into trouble
Some things should have stayed in the thought bubble
But I put on the brakes
And learned from my mistakes
And I've bled for my creed
And it gave birth to a seed
That if I could temporarily cope
I'd eventually find hope
And recover from the fights
And the lonely nights
It's hard to articulate I was mentally unwell
But perhaps it's best not to dwell
So here I do tell I'm ascending ever higher
And in my heart is a fire
Knowing tomorrow
I'll be free of this sorrow
Word after word you've all seen it all
How I had no choice but to fall
But see I heeded the call
And now I assuredly stand tall
And though I'm a troublemaker
I'm also a subtle faker
I never learned how to properly write
Even if my words burn bright
Indubitably immaculately intelligent
I'm in Hell again
But this time I'm just passing by
To show me why
I went through it to make myself better
No longer chained to the debtor
For my debts are paid
And my future is made
So I've dabbled in the written word
But no longer fighting to be heard
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2022
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