In my Summer Rain

The unfortunate , ill-fated war counsellor with a wild spirit. The day had come when lovers had to say goodbye Silent thoughts about how we got here & why Clouded my mental like the gas chambers in Auschwitz Concentration Camps As I quietly suffocated under the words you uttered of separation I searched for hope as the life in me slowly escaped I remembered our first date   Wrapped around magical auras of blended hue Through the wound dug deep I saw you And a glimpse of a day brand new flickered Convinced our love was real The walls of past experiences erected high I only hoped in time they’d be torn down to the ground Pound by pound for new construction of a new love found Moments that we shared together slipped through the cracks I gathered my false senses and packed it in This is what you want so be it as I stood up and turned my back I felt a large part of me stay behind & the option to look back again was not there.

I've come to understand that in life the roads one chooses regardless of distance are never easy to venture. Now I speak from an emotionally disadvantaged perspective, all I've had for emotional support is a quick sand foundation to which I've had to learn through experience how not to wiggle & struggle but rather be still, calm, then slowly pull myself out. Broken promises formed a huge part of my early teenage hood. Gullible, I was a naïve young blood who feigned heavily on others opinions about self, much like a new born baby, its mother's milk & love. I trusted what kept coming my way, dished out in sizable portions which at the time tasted like a nutritious source for the esteem. Gods & Deities materialized in all relationships & acquaintances formed, sacrificial worships poured down the fields that these immortals trotted to "plant" crops that lasted 4 seasons, choosing to see only the good that they spoke of like the congress in the gat...