Walking tall

 Walking tall as I talk
Seeing far through the smoke
Talking loud as I walk
Trying to find the right reasons
To locate a smile on my face
To build a future
That doesn't make me a disgrace
In the darkest hours
And the brightest days
As my eyes do scour
Trying to find the base
Get to the bottom of my feelings
Learn the truth about my past
Get to know the inner me
Know what I have been past
What I did bury in the back of my mind
The things I left behind
Walking tall through the shrubbery
Of the forest within me
Inhale in the smoke
From the fire nearby
Inhale it all
And breathe deep
Refuse to die
Walking tall as I walk alone
My back turned back to what hurt me most
I looked into the eyes
That made me realize
How truly hurt I was
It takes a long time for one to know
How truly miserable they are
And an even longer time
To know it doesn't have to be so
I learned that, as I learn more
Knowing the truth did break my back
But it was nothing more
Than the last straw
The final note that I leave behind
The legacy that I have built
Is caught and burnt into the fire
That I set long ago
Tried my best to find a reason
To be happy and smile through the pain
Did my worst to those who committed treason
Even when those people were just myself
Walked past it all
Left it all in the past
Learned to cope with my existence
And got dragged back
When I close my eyes
I still see their faces
When my heart beats loud I can hear their breath
I lost their voices long ago
And I miss them most
I wonder what they think of me
Knowing what I now know
Walking tall to make them proud
Hoping that they can see me now
The hardships tore a hole within
Breaking apart was really harsh
But walking tall as I've always been
I just hope they're proud of their son

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