Years of adversity and exposure to stress.
Traumatic memories not a single moment has left.
Resilient to pain, caused by holding regrets.
Grasping firmly on those burdens alone in my head.
Decision-making was shrouded, smoke-screened by resent.
Submitting to rage and pushed away those who were friends.
Then isolated from life and broke down depressed.
It all seemed detrimental. No hope for the best.
But instead of giving up, I chose to reflect.
My life's always been rough. I've grown to accept.
I've been knocked down before, and rose from the depths.
So, I will no longer divulge to regress.
That entity that resides in the hole in my chest.
Has courage to surpass what's imploded by threats.
Perseverance to all of those who thought less.
Dedication and self-driven motives I've kept.
The will to be stable, my own to protect.
To carry the weight on my shoulders and step-
In the right direction, the growth and respect
To myself and every person I've shown and impressed.
But the maturity and wisdom to focus ahead.
To keep moving forward, hone and collect-
Skills, if all goes south again.
After this I'm even sort of perplexed.
Not from the talent or words, you'd only expect
This wasn't just composed with a pen.
A gallery over time, wrote on my flesh
Every trial with quotables foreshadow that sketch
My personal journey that is a road to success
- A.P.