My wet hair weaves itself between my fingers
As I listen to the rain
And free my thoughts.
I am taking time to be positive
But I am doing it right this time.
That's what life is about though;
Failing once but getting back up and correcting it.
The silence of four walls
No longer suffocates me.
My demons have no control
Because I look to them with a smile
Now.
I must coexist within myself
And love all of me
Including the demons residing inside.
That is the problem-
Too many people fight their demons
When you can simply run beside them,
And help them,
And help yourself.
I am thankful to be as an energy in the air,
Full of creative poetry.
I am thankful for all that I am
And where I am now.
I love you guys
And maybe you can see my point of view here and why I am doing this.
Learn from my words because
My poetry is as honest as it gets
When it comes to my mind.
- (m.m)