I’m about as ungrateful as impatient can get me.
The type that forgets hospitals exist when I am sick.
And often times, I wish there was only 6.
Like maybe there’d be some balance if the odd didn’t exist.
Fixated on my crowded loneliness.
Wiping my tears as I reminiscence.
Trying to find the “I” in dependent, bout as hard as it gets.
So I sip & I twist.
I have dwelled with the premature & tolerated pre-Madonnas.
I’ve disguised my pride and dressed my thoughts.
Been on the same page as many, but rarely ever the same book.
I have mistaken blessings for a curses.
Let go of my ego for equality,
Breaking fast for fallen soldiers in the army of humanity, in the war of morality.
Experienced the experiment of genocide.
Ive stayed inside to hide, then stood tall when no one was around.
Smiled, when inside it’s a frown.
Often –
I walk with my head down.
Until then,
The pen personifies my motives.
The paper organizes my thoughts into origami, shifting shapes into my alter persona.
A schizophrenic Gemini, filled with personality, conflicted by decision.
I put my hand up for a time-out but this motion picture, illiterate to intermissions.
Ticketed oppression.
I digress.
Throw my hands up in confession
“I’m not who you think I am!” —
My soul goes deeper than my reflection.
Complacency is more effortless than depression.
Independence has a currency, Protection.
Some say, “Money makes the world go ’round“, but
Its a recession.
So has the world withheld movement?
Funny we think it revolves around us, but
We’re no where close to the moon.
See the solar system?
In my souls there’s a system,
Replace uncertainty with Faith.
Everything lives & everyone dies.
You see,
This world might seem cold, and soon these storm clouds will turn to rain.
Meaning — I am the sun that will shine,
As you fret and precipitate, my words will ease the pain.
For every smile there’s 100 times the drops of rain.
So plant your seed, and let the roots dig deeper than what the eyes can see, the hand can touch, and the heart can feel.
Become one with your growth, but never be the one to cut down a tree.
Just because their still doesn’t mean they don’t scream.
….
Did you hear it?
-Leighrick
PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION 