The past that defines you, or the path you decide to take?
At 12, my innocence seized
Mind fuzzy and fogged, allowing the darkness to take over
Several attempts, trying to make the pain go away
Propitiously, i failed, granting my mind to imagine the possibilities of the future
Stuck in this mentality, I use my experiences to guide the less fortunate, whom have wars raging inside of their minds
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: