Raised to be this, is it precognition
or manifestion, mother's compilation,
Broken or forsaken... I can not decide.
Yet, Never the less, I confess, having
acquired divergence, my inner child
nervous, Afraid I deserved it. For I barely
function, Nothing to offer but a hole inside,
I want to comply, fill the void in kind.
Yet, I avoid mine, since childhood find,
difficulties telling time, left or right...
Lost in the chaos that is my mind,
unbalanced and unaligned.
Finding face in wall time after time,
as if it were an intimate friend,
soul needing to mend, I can't judge
the space between. Feet unsteady,
mind unable to focus, Like a locust,
navigating blind. Bumping betwixt space
and time, stuck within the confines,
developmental trauma defines...





© Ray-N-Love
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