The silence

They told me to take the higher ground

But look around

Among the hitters I’m the only pitcher on this holy mound

With spoken sounds

Will realizing his potential make his homies proud?

I guess not……..

Long trips turn into short stops

Fractured bones and fresh wounds turn into sore spots

Counting my blessings now

Before the end comes back around

To tear my new beginnings down

I make my peace with everything I’ve yet to figure out

The ex i never understood

The father I was left without

The mom that I was born with

The drama that used to surround

My childhood…..

They asked if I was cool?

I said that Im good now

Abused child……

What more can I say about it?

Angels singing let it go……

My demons they just smile about it

Reason why I’m quiet bout it

The more I seem to comprehend,

The more I grow confused about it

Lessons I was never taught

But look how far grew without em….