Renewed

Standing in my desert alone ….once again

Tumble weed rolling I’ve embraced a cactus

Didn’t feel the pricks nor did I notice the blood

My neck was out stretched high to the sky

Eyes tightly closed slight flare in my nose

Suns kissing me hard as my walk slows

Reciting Psalms as my mouth grows dry

Sense storm is coming but I don’t know why

Winds picking up, but I don’t budge

I got a grip on a cactus… by the name of Love

Birth name mirage pronounced my rage

Defined easily as fabrication that seems to be a new craze

lies so complicated my heads a maze

I exhale as memories replay

Can’t breathe in... this bullshit.. again

So I suffocate myself as the count down begins

C-H-A-N-G-E…

I refuse to struggle it’s ok if you win

Add my name to your breed

Include the picture called naïve

Tattooed your initials on my tongue

I’ll speak well of you though your image has become….. hollow

Remembering the taste of heartache every time I swallow

I’m use to the flavor the aroma is inflamed

Your submission of hurt coincide with my pain

Drip...on my cheek drop... on my chin

Slowly awake in a river of tears

My navigation is off nothing looks familiar

This compass I call life has mislead me again

Standing in my desert alone… overlooking a new land

Tumble weed rolling I look down at my hands

Scars, scabs, jagged cuts and wounds that have slowly sealed

Once again tainted once again healed…..

~Mocha