Forest
I’ve walked by the others
The pretty colors of the pictures that use to be
Those I predicted to be closest,
The greens that would shadow the heat
But they turned over and became the reason
I’ve got dirt on these knees,
The cuts around the muscle that seems to always bleed.
Envy grew and flared in the eyes,
Then took it’s poison down to the chest
Devouring confidence that once flared wild,
So doubts pondered why
I’m less of what I am
And why I’ve become so used to lies;
They’ve melted away the steel and I seem unable to fight.
Broken glass surrounds the lies
And though I’ve sunk into their rough hands,
I’ll grab another and pull myself from this quick sand.
The pain, they planted weeds around my feet,
It seeps the energy but never enough
To pull me down towards defeat.
Sooner or later I’ll gain back the strength to leave.