Busy bullding my withIn dependence.
Because with him I’m standing.
Taller than any obstacle while still reaping the negativity of my karmic sentence.
To tell you what I really mean I have to pen it.
All the self deprecative words was me paying penance.
I know I’m past redemption.
Each poem is my inner sinner’s confessions.

Reflection that rips my heart in two.
I pray to God that I regain all my beautiful.

I’m down to my last prayer.
I’m sure who I was supposed to be has long left here.