My Reality

My Reality I been put on this planet for a reason, giving thanks to him that I am still breathing. Waking up each day, on my hands and knees asking for darkness and negativity to be casted away and be replaced by contentment and inner peace. Wishing that a light can shine down and protect me from the evil and chaos, which is an abundant plague widespread within the streets. That I can be lifted up with wings or invisible strings, to never be brought down by any man or woman seeking to get the better of me because that side of me was set aside for its own purpose. To keep from drowning just beneath the surface. Looking in the mirror the only one I see is me, smile at my reflection I like what I see. Picture perfect no one’s perfect feeling incomplete, close your mouth open your eyes so your mind can see. This my reality a love hate tragedy, considered soft spoken until poetry flows out of me, erupting like an active volcano earth quaking and shaking the world until it knows where I stand as a young-man growing and developing in this wicked land. On the other hand the plan is to understand and one day overcome the circumstance. So for anyone who hears what I write, I express my wright to stand firm creatively, stably no matter if they label me to leave no stone unturned in how experience my reality.