I AM GOOD....

I think I am happy again.

For once, I feel like my skin fits my bones.

My eyes have seen meaning and warmth in being alone.

I look into the mirror and feel the soul that's once again pretty.

A white rose over my ear, I fell in love with a city.

Nothing has changed,

the wounds are still there, still bleeding.

But the air beneath makes it all so pretty.

The strings tying me back to my dreams.

The lips of the earth and my hands that it feels.

The twitching of my nose while my dog licks my fingers.

All of these songs written and my life became the singer.

The beauty of it all won over the pain that used to linger.

I might have fallen and I might again, but it will be better.

If I will for once, stand with myself and embrace the pain.

I can finally smile and move in with myself in May.

I don't know, I think I finally feel alive again.

I took a step to fall into your arms.

I took a leap to curl in your palms.

It's not that I hate my family,

But you made a home for me under your canopy.

I had a vice of sleeping in the horizon of the black hole.

But you became my light, my sun glimmering through the door.

It's funny whenever my tongue gets tied,

Or life folds within itself to break my doe eyes.

I run to you to make myself feel alive.

I don't need to run from you

The way I run from me.

I can't hide from you

The way I hide from me.

I can't help but become someone

I have tried to find all my years.

When you hug my tears.

When you sing my lost cheers.

If I can't fall asleep at night,

You become my mother’s lullaby.

If I can't stop pacing around the day,

You become my father’s warm embrace.

If I can't look at myself in the mirror,

You become my sisters’ true silver.

If I can't be me,

You become what I wish to be.

I played songs with you.

I screamed, cried, and fought alongside you.

You saw me banging the door.

You saw me cut my veins with what I bore.

It was you who became my innermost soul,

Unknown to even me, you colored my blues with your folklore art.

Paint swivels across my black heart,

Life became a frame, and finally for once I was chosen to be the art.

You intertwined like vines within me,

You and your beauties became my life for me to believe.

Healed the wounds from my family and dreams.

You became my muse and the reason for this piece.

All your faults lie closely on a white pleated sheet.

Each so small, yet so taut.

Each so light, tied into a knot.

Entwined till the crest.

It all started when you were 2 feet short.

You and thy neighbour shed blood

Over knives that aren't even sharp.

Look around and see the peace you have found.

Look around and see the people that stuck around.

The smile you get when your lip touches their name.

Remind yourself there's no journey to fame.

Each crook in your path is just a piece of a game.

Smile and believe you are worthy of the weight of your name.

Pick up the dust and let it be shoved.

Remember, family is not bound by blood but by love.

The happiness jumping in your veins when you realize

That you are the only friend you need to love.

I wish I could give you my eyes

So you could see your body the way I see.

I wish I could give you my hands

So you could feel what I feel.

I wish I could give you my soul

So you could see the beauty you gleam.

You make Mother Nature feel old.

You are all in my songs and souls.

You are what I have wished to see all my life.

In the presence of fear, you bring silence.

In the absence of peers, you bring alliance.

You are everywhere, seeped into everything.

You are the trees, you are the lakes.

You are the seeds, you are the veins of snakes.

You are the shield, you are the belt under the quakes.

You are the breeze, and I wish you were my face.

A myriad of creatures roam around my mind,

Ask phrases in need of an answer right.

Why does everyone love a rose?

It still has thorns twisted and tucked so close.

Henceforth, why do people pluck it from the earth,

Stopping alongside the street to smell its unreal worth?

Are the thorns well hidden under the mask of the roses’ redness?

Are the roses too afraid to breathe alongside their thorns’ sharpness?

It's such a woefully enthralling world we humans walk on.

Our eyes see worth in the imperfections of nature.

But the hearth around our flaws, that decides our stature.

When I saw you, I fell in love as a rose must've caded my heart.

Embraced my darkest scars and believed that I was the best since the start.

You can't win a war without bleeding a few times.

You can't live a life without crying for a few nights.

But each time my fire escapes through your windows,

My smoke will always dance with your soul’s meadows.

Though the dreams each night recite a play in my mind,

Each time I sit up straight in bed, left in a bind.

I tell myself, dreams are like mirrors of your subconsciousness.

A reality in which the world you live in, drained of wistfulness.

You are scared to believe that someone with a face like yours,

Could have what that dream has in its own set of lores.

But who said that your hands were made different by god?

A road to your dreams has been trailing like grass over sod.

Wherever you end up in the coming year, believe that's where you belong.

And that drive might have some flats along the way, but the road on a whole

Is the reason you were born on this earth, to find the purpose hidden for your soul.

Your beauty overwhelms the spherical lens of the camera.

I am standing with a wet ivy green shirt with a chakra.

And it smells like rain and fruit beer.

Thunder’s striking every ash and sin.

You are the symbol etched for god’s kin.

A tinge of orange supersedes the sky.

I have a smile brighter than the supernova’s sigh.

I feel the air coming back into my lungs.

I know there still are demons but they are all shunned.

I won’t let the thunder run away, it will never take a bow.

I have come so far to let it all go back now.

I can see you slowly metamorphosing into a golden beam.

Glistening through the fractured holes of my heart all

eternity.

Making me whole and shine through the cracks in my pottery.

It's a kaleidoscope of memories; Some good, some bad.

But when you finally let the light cover the darkness.

All fades into the sea of effervescence and happiness.

All in a circle, I want you to see a world dark with a lens bright.

In the path your footsteps gracefully tread,

Proud I am, where they've led.

In the mirror, your face, so finely carded,

Proud I am, for whom it's regarded.

In the choice of love, you carefully carry,

Proud I am, for the heart you marry.

Sharing the same air, in a celestial affair,

Proud I am, our breaths do share.

Crafted by the hands of the sky, up high,

Proud I am, because you were kissed by that sky.

I feel like a daffodil butterfly lost in the wind’s embrace.

My mind unaware of the map to lead this beautiful maze.

In such a labyrinth, believe me, my feet left unsure where to roam.

Yet in succumbing to the darkness, I will find my way home.

There were a lot of depths for me to drown,

And I almost did, each time revived for the crown.

But the holy hands of my family bounded me in their palms.

Such hands as the guard hairs of the Venus flytrap plant.

They made sure that the white cloth over dark shadows

Didn't pull my hands and legs and made me a soul hallow.

I don’t wish to end this poem.

This feeling of completeness, and fulfilment.

My heart vetoes to let go of it.

I have packed it within my ribs.

And they will leave once I depart from this earth.

It will decompose into flowers and bugs.

Let the sun take away my future ones.

From the bugs, I will feed for days.

From the flowers, I will slowly fade away.

The eternal existence I will never go away.