he wanted to know if he was unbreakable.
home-grown against impossible odds.
self-made from the hardest situations.
he always overcame the road ahead,
when nothing stayed the same for long.
he both feared and loved the chaos,
the maelstrom which became a home.
a nomadic soul, still searching for...
what he already has and covers up,
smothered with his trauma and triggers.
it goes that way for him. and this...
he gets to love, hate, or feel indifferent for.
he just wants to meet you in the middle,
but doesn't know which roads get there.
could be he didn't mean to take that left
somewhere back in Albuquerque,
but here he is, still hangin in there
by a thread that just won't quit,
a renewable resource left untapped,
burning the bridges behind him.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Comments (1)
This was so poignant yet so beautifully written! Loved your poem!