I became numb,
to endure and survive the storms and
the rain,
I was once bad,
but I can do much good,
with the shattered faiths,
any positives are questioned whether if I am capable or really could,
Being seen as a vessel of despair,
causing discomfort is the only thing I would,
In the end,
you cant rush growth. or wisdom,
through my misdeeds I've learned my flaws and imperfections,
this class never ends,
I dont miss a lesson




© jhamir Johnson