When Hadez Left Cerberuz

Both wrists were grabbed as I was convinced to enter a circle I would never want to leave.
All I knew were slaps on the wrists while held back from a chance to live and be me.
Walked to Butler Hall as all I could do was wait and just see.
What this escape was within an enclosed group with open hearts to let another in and feel,
Free…

There they were.
Joe,
Roland and Amy.
A trinity I believe saved me from the clutches of Satan’s hands himself.
As I was burning all throughout a hell I was trapped in for…
Not even I can tell.
But,
They were called Power Writers.
Taught how to speak from a heart that was burning fire,
Unseen by the public’s eye from which I stayed clear from as I admired,
How a set of people were brave enough to spill truths on a page I acquired.
Handed a brown leather journal as I felt a feeling I never felt before.
Inspired…

I was in a dire situation.
Where I was embracing death at an age I was caged in,
A prison labeled home even if I felt like an inmate in,
My Mother’s arms.
Wet from all the alcohol.
Georgie bottles left on the dinner table where I took shots while I was in the dark…

Awake while she’s asleep.
Father coming back past midnight and didn’t care if I was drunk to the T.
Joe saw and taught me how to cross them, By dotting my eyes with truths I couldn’t see.
Amy made me catch my tears and feel how parents go through pain,
Even when they make us bleed.
Roland showed me how this life is just a joke,
In the best of ways,
While we strive to succeed.
How to write my own life’s story,
In a set of shoes most won’t dare to put on their feet.
But,
All that stayed in the past when I acted out from all the blood I’ve seen…

Yet
Here I am.
Alive,
But limping in a concrete jungle as I make my way out.
Moving on rather than laying down inert with all the progress I’ve made now.
Even if I end up alone backpacking in a greyhound.
I’ve been a dog!
And the stage has what I need to eat better while I shave pounds…
Off a stomach that’s been rumbling ever since I graduated high school with grades down to the dirt…

Labeled mediocre ever since birth.
That part of me expired when I threw away any care,
Outdated,
For what is not a part of my Earth.
Most aren’t natural in their delivery when they plant a seed to grow a bigger purse.
And I saw that quality in a circle that became more about quantity than Love & knowledge to disperse.
Sure,
I wasn’t the smartest nor the brightest,
But,
My darkness gave Light to those kids who were full of hurt.
History was more important than facing all our demons,
So,
Looking back?
I made the right choice for my future.
Skipped class after being sick with all their lies like,
Ferris Beuhler…

Eventually,
You’ll have to separate from the Nest if you don’t want to be another branch off the same Tree.
So,
I left Power Writers when I thought I’d lifted every demon weighing heavy on my shoulders even if seen as crazy.
All that care for others who were looking at me struggle like,
“Just keep praying…”

God held my hands all throughout this facade,
Of a circle once thought to be eternal.
Showed me how squares aren’t well rounded in thought,
So,
He kept me away from those hurdles.
Of staying in The Bronx,
With a bunch of snakes intending to murk you…
With abandonment…

Never heard from them again in college.
Still,
I fixed my schedule around to be with them and pay homage.
I just didn’t know the cost of doing so,
Was to be reminded of my lack of “knowledge”…

So,
I became a student of a hustle even if I had empty pockets.
Wrote a book or two they did not support,
Even if they promised.
Saw me suicidal and only recommended me a doctor.
All I wanted was to beat a demon in my mind with a rhythm flowing through my chakras.
With a second family I thought I had no matter the problem…
But then,
I was thrown into a Flame,
First thing,
As I was trapped in the shadows of death by that 3-headed beast…

What came out?
Hades in the flesh with a pair of wings.
Where I rose!
Put this world under lakes of fire as I bleed,
And drown every blind soul with the truth they refuse to see!
How individuals preaching Self Love leave your side when the fruits in your minds keep growing on different trees!
But,
The thing about being human in a world full of Ugliness and Beauty.
Only you can decide what you choose to be.
And,
I choose to be free!
From the thought of anyone that considered me worth losing…