My Spoken Peace

All that I have been, all that I have seen and all that I will become no longer exists in my mind as a series of thought.
I have learned to outrun the shadows of my past and silhouette the path to my future.
I've suffered in vain for unruly lengths of time, yet I have never failed to smile.
I knew the dark just as well as I knew the light.
The dark was my shadow and the light was my peace.
I was comfortable in both.
My lifetime is more than a statistic.
It extends far beyond my reach.
It's written in the grains of my truth.
My lifetime.
It's a humbling pain, an unfiltered wisdom, an invisible beauty.
It's mine.

I had almost succomb to an unwritten fate before I was saved
By the sweet whispers of an unforgiving world.
They told me it was okay, it was alright, to free my mind.
I recognized that there is no way out from the hallways of life.
So I searched for the protection of a sun.
It was a heat that warmed the soul and stained the face.
It was my testimonial.

You see, cuts will heal with time but scars are permanent markers of your progression.
My scars serve as constant reminders of the many paths I've roamed.
From the suburban streets of a numb world to the concrete avenues of an unkown place and time.
I roamed them fearlessly, anxiously awaiting its inevitable end.
When I arrived, I discovered dark alleys lined with cement, brick walls too high to climb, lifeless trees with bare limbs.
I met a disconnection among the people, my people.
These are the kind of people who will trace the outline of your soul when you desert them.
They hold on, they can't let go...of your infinite kindness, your well of forgiveness, your constant abundance of an unaltered, unfiltered, unconditional LOVE.
These are the kind of people who take all that you give and run with all that your worth.
This time, I won't let them.

I arise.
My eyes awaken to the beat of a swollen heart.
My mind now understands what it didn't know.
My heart is set free.
No longer imprisoned by your acts of betrayal.
No longer enslaved by your justifications of who I was supposed to be.
No longer incarcerated by your complete distortion of facts.
No longer confined to your reasons why.
For the first time, I see myself.

I now know each step taken, is a step I can't walk back on.
I now know that my path is my choice.
My destiny is not.
I now know that there is a calming peace in even the darkest storms
For I have learned to sail my own ship.
I've recognized that what I think I know is much smaller than what I don't know.
I now know that I am not alone
And that we are the center of all creation
And somehow, in this vast universe paved with camouflaged paths to the unkown
I am connected to you.

This is my spoken peace.