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What are you waiting for?
Fractured Psyche
I'll always wonder when lightening struck
your psyche with a bolt of despair so profound
even the Earth gasped in dismay.
Was it at the tender age where you were home schooled
in terror? The syllabus consisting of hypocrisy, abuse
and ignorance had you excel in reading the signs to survive.
Is it any wonder the lessons taught in school never had any room
to lay down roots with all the weeds of sorrow there?
I imagine that is why you can never whisper now.
Years of a garrote around your voice box
would make me want to be heard too.
Besides, maybe you think raising your voice
will drown out the echoes of a childhood lost.
Lost as the footing you attempt to gain
maneuvering through the labyrinth of manhood.
No one told you the odds of lightening striking
the same spot so to you those rules did not apply.
Each additional blow darkening your vision
in direct proportion to the narrowing of your safety zone.
Those who blew out their own candles did not think
their black hole would bring you to the event horizon,
the point of no return.
Don't return, I beg you, for that is not the way.
Paw the ground, flare your nostrils, lower your horns
and charge through the barrier of torn self.
I promise, the you I always saw is waiting on the other side.
