I am a child of ghosts,
broken homes,
and narrow alleyways.
I am a son of rage,
created this place
in a state of disarray.
Coming into the age
of entropy,
I feel like the world’s
reflecting me.
If that is the case,
It’s up to me to change.
Nothing that I’ve see
would disagree.
Honing in on
something I have never known.
This new way
might just take me home.
This leap of faith
would be such a waste
without the fear below
and the love behind me.
Shatter these old illusions.
Here we are,
treading where apocalypse falls.
Reigning in
every intuition
that screams,
“Run!”.
Contrary
and bewildering.
I see eyes
staring from the mirror.
No longer sick
and ugly,
they seem clear
for the first time in years.
Is this what it’s like
to break free?
Is this what it’s like
to be?
Running for the gap,
about to make the leap,
with the fear below
and the love behind me.
HG – 2022
