End

From the dust I rise.
To the lovely skies. 
From still I rise. 
To telling my lies.

I’m am tho not as poetic.
My mind is just to chaotic.
My spirit have been heightened.
But my soul has felt fallen.

I’m not a stranger to it. 
I speak danger fluent.
Lies a tragedy I’ve walk through it.
Problems of mine are congruent.

To put me in chains.
In with nature and plains.
I’ll break free and sustain.
To ensure strength through pain.

I’ve come this far.
I refuse to break or bend.
I’ve yet to raise the bar.
So this is far from the end.

Inspired by Poetess Darkly