Remember what they gave you,
lines and limitations.
A beating every other reason,
or a random ridicule.
Sharpen everything they shattered.
Knife from ego,
spear from bone.
Know that when they come
to get you,
many won’t be going home.
Forgive and forget,
and walk away,
and live well,
but dreams can be
their own special
kind of hell.
You’re never going
to show them
they were wrong,
or win them over
to your side.
The world,
or you;
someone has to die.
Seek out all the things
that keep you breathing
day to day.
The painful waking.
Tears have fallen,
body shaking.
Say the words,
voice quaking.
All the liquor
in the world
could never drown the pain.
All the drugs
that you would need
won’t fit in your veins.
Wait for the sun
to come
and make them pay.
Every single day.
They say
“Revenge is a cold way to live.”
Ask them
what sins
they’ve had to forgive.
Ask them
if they know
the hand of love.
Ask them
what their dreams
are made of.
There’s only one way
out of where you are.
Sweep the world clean
when you go.
Victory is seldom seen
and we’re wishing you
a better everything.
HG – 2021
