Dear reality,
My oldest enemy
Regarding you with loathing
I guess not so zen of me!
I don’t hate you
But resent how you split me in two.
On paper you make me
wear my heart
Inside out
Uncovering my open wounds
And before long
As soon as I find
Enough strength to move on
You strike me with fear
Sending me almost backward
Into the grip of my past
Where the last of me
Is certain to disappear
What am I supposed to do?
Why does it have to be a war?
I’m not equipped for battle like you
I tried giving up once
Just to see it all end
You wouldn’t let me die
Each time you’d send a friend!
To tend to my soul
Get me back on my feet
for another round
Dear reality,
The smaller the corner
The bigger my heart gets
From every wound
I will bleed poems
I will make an art piece of your battle grounds
Give me your unwanted truths
I will embrace them,
Try my best to love them.
Show me the pain
The tears, the scars
I won’t run or hide
No matter how ugly you are
Difficult might you be
Reality!
next,
You’ll be facing me.