Cold Middle – Day 11, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Beef patties in a microwave for under a minute,
What happens?
Kind of what you’re abandonment did to me.
Left me in a searing rage,
With a heart colder than Winter’s Sea.
But,
Shame on my lack of vision in all honesty.
Because,
You’ve never really smiled when looking my way.
You just,
Looked down on me,
Somberly…

Yet,
I understand,
Dad.
Because I’ve disappointed myself by leaving my life inside of a Demon’s hand.
Weeds growing around my neck,
Bigger and bigger,
While choking on the ash!
Of my burnt out emotions…

Still.
Here I am,
Reborn through another poem.
A poem I write no matter how reluctant to start showing,
Feelings I’ve never really spoken of,
To anyone nor anything besides a light shone in my direction…
Sunshine I couldn’t see until I prayed,
And prayed,
And prayed for a resurrection…

A rebirth I’m glad you weren’t there to witness,
Because,
You were never there to hold my hand ever since I was a child to begin with.
Taxi cabs and baseball were more important to you,
While you battered around everything I enjoyed over what you envisioned,
For a life you never wanted…
After all,
I was a mistake God chose to correct so that I can have the option!
Of…
Living content within truth instead of a cheerful lie you’d find in a job and,
Whatever else transformed you into a,
Monster…