What Is Life

What is life...

I told my Father I don't want fellowship
He brought the fellowship to me

I sat there and watched all these humans in our house
Watched my father narrate his version of family and love
I wish I was like him
I wish I could see things the way he does

But from this corner am drowning in a sea of people
We are all seated but am sinking real quick

At the corner I see my sinking sister
She's been sinking for a while now
Who saves who?
So I just watch her, drowning, escaping, fading

I want to write
I want to open that door
Colour these dark wall with poem and humor 
I want you to see beauty when I bled

Come, see my writing
They come in red acrylic
My hands are small and weary
My brain is overload
Am stuck down here with wishes.
How do i begin this journey

Do I begin or have I began or am i quiting?
I want it to be right you know
Why am I doing it?
To gain earth?
I heard this quote
Aim for heaven and you will get some earth,
Aim for earth and get neither.

If I begin this trip.
If I take this crowd
Am the tour guide
Down that dingy dark path
Where is my aim?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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