Most of the time
I know how to work it,
And I’m quite disconnected
from my own broken circuit,
But then something sparks
and I’m lost in reflection,
I’m drowning in sound
and rapt by connection.
Those episodes scare me
and I’ve sought to avoid them,
But running from strife
has left my heart frozen,
And the path of my life
is melting my fear…
Allowing his voice to be heard
and quite clear.
He’s the part of me;
wounded and starving and aching.
He’s the one we forgot
when our hearts were done breaking.
He’s the one who kept screaming
though no one was listening.
He’s the one shedding tears
that on my face are glistening.
And I fight for him now
as he’s fought for me.
I fight for his rights
that we both may be free…
The battle is coming,
has happened,
occurred…
And he knows satisfaction because he is heard,
And we fight now together
to achieve correlation,
That was taken when life
divorced integration.
Written by Jason Wright
June 19, 2014
For him and for me.
It’s a start. I think I make it sound a bit Disney when it’s really very dangerous. I’m always on the verge of something lately. Some of it is wonderful. Some of it is horrible. And all of it is necessary.