None Of It

Regrets?
I have none.
All I am is a human who’s mad enough!
To throw my lighter against a pavement stepped on by so many others wearing shoes soaked in butane while having nothing,
To lose.
And,
I could’ve been a part of that group….
Of arsonists as my soul was often set ablaze by what was never true…
Mary Jane along side those I thought were friends and family with extended arms to lift me up as I stooped,
To a circumstance I believed I’d never deal with,
Until my heart was broken….
A condition rehabilitated by a love most refuse when seeking atonement.
But,
Regardless of each quart of blood leaking from the corners of my eyes,
I sought after it and honed in!
On a Rebirth I’m sick of being jaded by…

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*Side Note*

It’s been great working on some poetry for the last several days. I dearly apologize for my lack of work and absence as I’ve been struggling with quitting my vice, Marijuana.

For some, it’s probably not a big deal. But, ever since I’ve used it as a replacement for human interaction from all the Anger I’ve had towards certain people, Marijuana has been nothing but a nuisance in my life. Slowly, but surely, did it strip me away from any discipline I had to work hard every day. It’s been my excuse to hide from the blessings God has been trying to offer me by abandoning that trail of smoke leading me to no where. Slowly, but surely, did it poison my soul with bitterness and hatred against everything God has been pushing me to be.

And that’s just, a poet with a mission to enlighten as many as I can by introducing them to what, or should I say who, has saved me from giving up. Who saved me from falling into a pit of Darkness and hues redder than the eyes of Satan himself…

Nonetheless, I’m in it for the long haul. I’m here to stay! Vices only have as much power as you choose to give it…

Peace & Love ❤

*Picture by OdysseyOrigins on DeviantArt*