For most of my adult life
I have lived for the sake
of other
people, to please other people, to make comfortable other
people. I've denied myself the
pleasures of pain that
prompts new growth, in order to
maintain a
mediocre
meaningless
existence
with others
who were and
still are content
with caging my
Spirit because it fits within the decor of their desired declaration of Life... not realizing or not caring that I was meant to Soar! To Shine like the Sun.
Albeit, my choices and decision making have only helped to imprison me and I'm all too aware that for my sins there is a penance to be paid, redemption must be made, Souls I've allowed to be lost must be saved and I can't even tell you how many times I have prayed to thee-still I think it excessive,
the sentence of penitence that the
Universal redeemer gave to me.But still I've done what was expected of me by
the masses. I've shuffled along, bit my tongue when I was right and everyone else was wrong, I've changed the words to my songs just to make everyone else feel happy in spite of my feeling melancholy. I've performed edifying poetry in front of zombies without life who were only there because it was open mic night. I've been uplifted and inspired by poets the others have booed off stage because their words were too deep for such shallow minds to engage.
Waiting to Float Away