This Past Year in Reflection

I’ve seen hell
from the inside of the devil’s pocket
O, All the stories I could tell
of hell
so could anyone,
I’ve been the shunned son
in the wake of the setting sun,
and I’ve been the heart breaker,
even though my heart is broken,
and seconds still pass despite the fact the world seems frozen.
Truth is, I’m a tear jerker
words flew like bullets
even though I never meant to hurt her.
Shed a tear
this past year?
I think I had a few,
crying’s not what I do,
despite the fact I’ve had a slew
of self affirming staring contests with the mirror
squinting at my face
hoping I could see it clearer,
this painting of uncertainty
trying to glimpse the masterpiece of it’s perfection,
but all my imperfections
distort the reality of my reflection.
this past year,
I’ve felt no fear,
every thought that occurred
I said without missing a word
nor a beat,
I walk with my head high above the street
where the air is sweet
feeling complete
the Earth’s heartbeat
beneath my feet.
I’ve sped through my ups
and I’ve crashed into my downs,
and sometimes when no one was around
I wept because no one could hear the sound
of my weakness,
and I am weak because I copped out,
but I cant deny that the air was fresher
when I dropped out,
and no mission statement in the world could reconfigure, confine or define me,
I got up and left timely,
and before the Dean could find me to fine me,
turned out my father died,
How nice
that I should go through heartbreak twice
is it worth it?
This year some of my friends died overseas
did they deserve it?
Shed a tear this past year?
Yeah, I’ve shed a couple.
But the tears don’t matter when you’re in love and lust
and her breasts are supple
she spells trouble
despite the world’s rebuttal
she’s just a lost little girl who knows nothing without the struggle.
This year,
amidst the chaos and the madness
I have found my peace in pieces
so technically I hold my completeness
I just need to put it back together,
faced some swelteringly hot days
and weathered some stormy weather,
and sometimes I think that this night will last forever,
and the believers say
that there’s always a brighter day,
what about today?
Well for the first time,
I’m thinking about tomorrow,
I’m not worrying about my sorrows
or all the money I’ve borrowed,
I might be a loser,
but as of right now,
my eyes see better on the future.
Bring me my shining horizon.
Cant change the fact last year was dim,
but trust
that I fly like dust
thrown into the wind
so I shall begin
this new year with life and heart for two,
Shed tears this year?
Hell yeah, I’ve shed a few.
But I won’t cry anymore
because this year I’ll be born anew.

This Past Year in Reflection

Shaquille Stewart

Montgomery Village, United States

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Reflecting on the last year in the life of me, and how long it’s been, how hard it’s been, and how these last 365 days have felt like 365 years. Please read, and if you feel me, just read it once more. Have a good one.

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