The Hidden

I spent days and nights overcoming the struggle and the fight within me I tend to be a soldier filled with immeasurable rage blistering the social stage masked by the guise of my smile widely spaced I have aced that which is more accepting a pat on the back a consolatory winking....

My Goodness

Many a storm cloud still in my path...
The raindrops no longer fall with a heavy bang..
I've become accustomed to the blunt trauma of them..

The sun comes through upon occasion...
Bringing about a warmth that powers my resolve...
My energy is drawn from its core...