Reflections In a Puddle
I see me,
seeing me..
In the surface of a reflection...
I see the past, the present
And a future not yet mentioned.
Who am I on the opposite side
Of that reflection?
This man that lives and breathes
With all these scars
I seem to have collected...
I guess I could say
I’m not a man to play with.
Not a one night stand man
To lay with.
Understand I’m a real man
I have principles I stay with.
I’m the kinda man
That love finds
And stays with.
But love looks for love
So I guess that’s worth a mention..
I don’t enjoy playing
Mind games to achieve
Anyone’s affection.
I’m hanging up the game
So the game is in suspension.
Real life has its own issues
Without drama
Adding to the tension.
I already live in a state
Of apprehension.
But I love a real woman
That can hold herself
without any contention.
I treat everyone I love
On the level as being equal.
I’m not trying to find another ex
Like I’m producing a bad relationship sequel.
I’m just taking it one day at a time,
I want to find that real love
That in quiet times I could speak to.
There’s enough stress
Weighing on my shoulders
And pressure crushing my chest.
I’m alone on the line.
I feel no need to compete with the rest.
I named my children,
They are the realest thing to me,
I humbly pray that their blessed.
I’ve made my share of mistakes
But no longer keep my boundaries
Outlined in sand.
I engraved them in granite,
Many can’t stand it,
But I now know where it is that I stand.
When I was young
I was raised in shame.
Given the name James.
But, it seemed like my name was blame.
I learn to survive with humiliation
Until I left my past
And when I left it
I left it burnt in flame.
I guess I earned my name...
I Overcame a thousand roadblocks
And I’m no longer phased by pain.
Living 100 miles an hour
Swerving all over the lanes..
Brainstorming all night
To wring out my pain..
To drown these pages in ink,
Like my tears are the rain.
It’s on these pages I reign.
It’s on these pages
my mind-state is framed.
These pages are an outline
Of how the madness is contained.
You can read my soul in between the lines
And I won’t need to explain.
My writing is crystal and clear.
It’s hard to survive
When your intimidated by fear.
Sometimes you have to lose what you have
To know what it is you hold dear.
That’s why I’m in a class of my own
And I Walk this walk
Sometimes without peers.
I keep myself close,
I have learned to not believe
Everything that I hear,
And only to believe some things that I see.
A lot of people don’t like themselves
And don’t want anyone else to succeed.
But Life has its Seasons
And I have my reasons
For the ideas I believe.
Like the belief that Life is a tree..
The past are its roots
And every single life is a branch
With a leaf.
We flutter in the wind
And show our true colors
When we Fall.
In The End the Artist
That Created Us
Will come to collect us all.
So I reflect on the moments
That make me, Me
It’s just me that I want to be me.
And In The End,
I just wanna be Free.
This is what I see
Every time I see Me..
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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