one year
never shedding
another tear
rather breathe that rasta air
they will judge—don’t care
and never will again
shouldn't have back then
where I've been
and when
only one message to send
no fear
only love is needed
anger has finally receded
no matter of fact just mistreated
and only hatred greeted
at the door of where I felt safe
quickly turned into a strange place
never looked at betrayals ugly face
understand it was quite the waste
of time blame on me
self-learned lesson
lack of love the real recession
lack of confidence the real depression
self-realization another higher session
stepping off the cloud knowing
over-standing higher
burning out the memory trail
mastering the fire
all the cards are on the ground
I will never tire
add these final thoughts
to the yearlong full grown pyre…
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