Womb

Like in a mother’s womb, I have been kept confined within my own world,

Unaware of what lies beyond these walls of trials and tribulations,

My eyesight became prisoner to the image I was building

But like a tapeworm, my survival instincts were to consume according to my benefit.

Still breathing yet dying to live through the harsh outlook on life.

I realized that dreams freed my mind and religion trapped my body,

But by dwelling in-between, I began to feel lost,

Stranger to talents, my beauty, and myself

Living on through desires pimping my importance in this world,

My identity became a blur,

Only to be conceived according to your likeness,

As it was fear of judgment that broke the reflection of Who i Am.

Still trapped within these eyes I couldn’t see beyond my dreams

But like a camera I just pictured the possibility of the scenes,

Suddenly routines emerge, habits become a surge,

Leaving me in a constant battle for change,

With defeat around the corner, I felt the need to just go back home,

My home represents the comfort of being myself within the presence of my creator.

Like a womb but instead of my eyes shut they are open with awareness,

And with that, I began running back home to bring back a new perception, of who I am, which I may live breaking free from the struggle of confinement.

But its funny,

Because as distant as I can feel from home

It will always be rooted in me