; The Semicolon

In the matrix of life
I turned the corner to find
A dead-end wall with an imposing sign
That read “remember that vile time...”
And allowed my mind
To fill in the rest
With the bludgeoning of retrospect.
In years passed,
I would accept it
Allow it to cling to me,
Like a leach or a spongy mole
On the nose of a witch;
I would shuffle the way I came
And somehow wound back to
Those deafening letters again!

But this day,
I grit my teeth and marched
Defiantly to where it hung,
So arrogantly unquestioned.
“I deserve something better!”
I cried! “than to submit to the
Dark abyss of regret and
The underside of life’s
Lying card deck!”
And with that I tore it down,
In ruthless wrathful shreds
It tumbled to the ground,
And behold— that which it concealed—
A tunnel revealed, that filled with
A pure light,
Of everything beyond
The rat-trap of a
Sorry, mangled mind!

So I waved farewell
To the demons of my past self,
And everything I could not change now,
The ache of sorrowful days.
The mistakes that cascaded
In bloodied waves,
The words carved
Into my skin,
I shed them like a snake,
And condemned them,
To inferno’s lava lake
where floats satan’s security!
Through a portal l drifted listlessly,
Across the glassy sea
Of maturity
And through the syrupy scented air,
Of a second chance,
In a world that bloomed
With a flamboyant flare!
Ah-ah! I’ve weaseled my way out, I’m gone!
Fuck off! Life goes on (and on)!

But To think that I had spent my life thus far,
Ambling in circles
In a purgatory sub-par.
Indicted by societal standards,
Crippled by own demand.
At last, I go... At last, here I am!
Here I am, to be as I be…
Be what I will, grow as I can, unapologetically!
And though there is no way of knowing
I could have stopped; I think I’ll keep going.