“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost” ~ Kevin Arnold

This excerpt exemplifies the frustration of the desire to belong, or to be accepted.


I heard cymbals in my ear

Clinging and cutting through the silence

The peace that I was used to

I was robbed by it


I forgot what it meant to breathe

T0 use my life as an offering to the creator

To break the chain and shame

To turn my back to the eyes of others as they question my existence


The fear of the crowd

The chatter of wimp

Frightened as I look pale

Into the reflection


I made wall from fire

I quenched the passion within me

I traded places

I became numb


I forgot how to feel

As the drought took away

The very source

Of my existence


As I got watered down

Buried by this vain



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