Poetry
Worthy.
Kash Baloch·September 22, 2013·Original
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A dream is a wish your heart makes and I know mine has been granted

as I have been given a fresh lease on life; I feel like I am enchanted.

I will no longer give into grief or let depression seep into me.

I have promised myself to stay committed to the sobriety which will set me free.

The magnificent beast inside me has been defeated, my rage is now extinct.

I am the master of the game, my demons exorcised in a blink.

All it took was time to truly let my wounds heal,

as the introspection allowed for me to remember how to feel.

I was as angry as a warrior that wanted to avenge his ancestors' honour,

like a soldier in the trenches armed and ready for battle.

I forced everyone around me to walk on eggshells as

the slightest misstep would wake this dragon from its slumber;

they were David, I was Goliath when I incited terror with my voice that echoed like thunder. Voracious and vile, I would not stop until I was the victor

though I only saw the damage I caused when all was quiet as a whisper.

The silence became deafening as it wanted to teach me to take accountability,

which has now become my greatest lesson.

A boy who cries wolf too many times is sure to be abandoned,

consistency can be the only way he will be redeemed.

I will climb the highest mountain, and swim across the most dangerous seas,

tread through perilous deserts in the name of self-mastery.

I do not want different faces, or to fill my loved ones hearts with fear,

I cannot keep rewinding, or backpedaling to undo their tears.

Self-control will only come when I learn to bite my tongue,

I am evolving now that I have identified the root cause of my actions.

Growing again from the inside out, as I have discovered my fear of being deserted.

I know that I can get through this, I owe it to my future because I am worth it.

“as the introspection allowed for me to remember how to feel.”

— Worthy.

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