Echoes linger
Resounding waves of noise
Reverberating within
From every different direction
Vibrations bombard my being
A presence of self
Speaking negative thoughts
Pouring into my soul
Pulse, after hammering pulse
An attempt to shred me
Limb for aching limb
Twisted, extended, broken
A mangled pile of flesh
And nothing more
©️Unapologetically Me
Out for a jog
on a beautiful day.
A young man, who’s birthday,
was just three months away.
.
His feet hit the pavement,
a steady rhythm began.
His heart beat strong,
a song of freedom, as he ran.
.
An unsuspecting American
on his daily routine.
He never knew what was coming,
a threat that went unseen.
.
A fear I can’t imagine,
when he realized the truth.
The dread that appeared
his future, deduced.
.
Innocent, he was,
yet, he became the prey.
Two wolves in sheep’s clothing
ended his life, that day. (Feb. 23)
.
Not only was his death
made silent, and veiled,
It took seventy-four days
for his murderers to be jailed.
.
Killed in cold blood,
and left dead on the street,
because racism is still alive,
and Black Americans are not free.
.
Ahmaud Arbery was a human.
An American, through and through.
He was only out for a jog,
his death was undue.
.
To be Black in America
means a target on your back.
God rest each soul
that has died, because of that.
.
Black American’s aren’t free,
and never will they be,
unless racism can be destroyed,
and that starts with you, and me.
©️Unapologetically Me
Purple-black bruises
Branded by malice-filled pain
A battered soul lives
©️Unapologetically Me
A marksman of excellence
An assassin unmatched
It hits where it hurts
My peace gets snatched
.
I’m left there to writhe
On the cold, hard ground
Screaming into blackness
As memories take me down
.
Burdened, I am
Bound for life
Scars seen, and unseen
Shackled by mental strife
©️Unapologetically Me
Mistakes happen
Even when you know better
We are not perfect
We are not our mistakes, either
Be kind to yourself
Too many will judge you
Do not judge yourself
Learn from your downfall
Move forward
Don’t let your mistakes anchor you
Once your lesson is learned
Focus on your growth
Our pasts do not define us
We are still worthy
©️Unapologetically Me
Alone amidst dark waters
Floating in liquid abyss
.
Side to side I’m rocked
Lulled into forlorn misery
.
Each demon that I possess
or, each demon that possesses me
Appears amongst the surface
.
Surrounded in inky blackness
.
Silently, they stare
As I lie within stillness
.
Eyes glow like burning embers
I can feel them assess each breath
.
They hone in on my heart
The ~t h u d~ I can’t control
I can hear them smile
.
Gently lapping waves transform
A cyclone of my afflictions, is born
.
Higher is grows
Stronger it builds
Until I’m swept beneath its vortex
.
Swallowed by my fears
Consumed by non-existent self-worth
.
Overthinking, once again
This is my anxiety
.
To it, I am nothing more
than a nameless face
©️Unapologetically Me
B r i t t l e
Easy to crumble
Fragile sensitivity
Emotionally wrecked
.
C h o k i n g
On phantom sobs
The smallest touch
My eyes start to swim
.
F r u s t r a t e d
I cry when I’m angry
Saline-filled drops of rage
Evaporating against flushed skin
.
E x h a u s t e d
Emotionally ragged
Mentally enslaved
My torment, the gatekeeper
.
S t a t i o n a r y
Unable to escape
Immobilized in vulnerability
Cemented within my chaos
©️Unapologetically Me
What is your facade
What mask do they see
Happy, and outgoing
Spiritually free
.
Or are you yourself
Darkness, and all
Unashamed of your afflictions
Authentic with your downfall
.
Do you disguise your pain
As strength, unmatched
Do your tears flow freely
Or do you hold them back
.
Do you show them your flaws
Revealing your scars
Or conceal your demons
Silencing your crying heart
©️Unapologetically Me
I was nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Anonymously Hal. Thank you so much. Means a lot to know my blog means something to someone, besides myself 🙂. Please check out her blog:
https://anonymouslyhal.wordpress.com/
There are so many pieces you’ve written that have touched the deepest parts of my soul. You’re truly talented, and a beautiful soul. Your “Truths” are some of the most genuine posts that, majority of the time, bring comic relief, while still being so authentic, and so you. Thank you for being badass. ❤️
Questions from Anonymously Hal:
My nominees:
My questions for you:
Raw thoughts form
from a jagged, and worn mind
creating rugged tales-
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Stories filled with chaos
pain lacing each plot twist
meticulously placing each stanza-
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To try, and truly convey our hearts
describe our darkened souls
without causing too much terror-
.
We know what it’s like
hot, and cold panic
chest tightening with agitation-
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Each syllable rips off another scab
blood-laced ink lines empty pages
cryptic metaphors reveal untold truths-
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An organized murder scene
decorates a once white canvas
with the stories of my life-
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Marring its purity with my afflictions
contaminating an adolescent soul
almost ashamed of my torment-
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Still, I bleed out my essence
digging into forgotten depths
turning over neglected soil-
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Until I’m bleeding, freely
purging my demons
renewing my defenses-
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Yesterday is finally over
tonight, I am okay
tomorrow remains unknown-
Unapologetic 