By Lisa Poem.
I am built on freedom
from guilt and blame.
The guilt of pain
staining my innocence.
Every experience with pain
plucked a petal out of me
one by one, every loss disempowered me
until I was naked
with a pile of all my disappointments
surrounding the loss of my innocence
synchronous with the moment the pain
manipulated my intentions
and created tension
between doing what’s right
and doing what feels right.
It’s right to wake up each day
and give my absolute best
but it just feels right to be depressed
when all the petals that were plucked
out of my chest
start fading from their vibrancy
to the dirt where they rest.
I’ve been obsessed
with the comfort of privacy
isolating me in the shadows of anxiety where I can’t grow free
from the lie in me.
The lie that I am too guilty
to live in truth.
The truth that growing
can be more painful than giving up.
The truth that I lost my innocence
when I stopped living up
to my potential.
I was content ‘til the guilt
made me rot from my roots
up to my mental.
Now I’m just fed up from
looking for reasons to keep from
fighting for my freedom.
The freedom to stand naked in my truth
despite the imminence of pain
I WILL CHOOSE
TO BLOOM, free
in innocence.
