MY PLACE
Everybody needs a birra' space .... don't they ???? .......
MY PLACE.
I’m going to find me a place
A place with space.
A place with space
Where I can face
My demons.
On my own.
All on my own.
On my own
I know
But I won’t be lonely.
Because
I’ll have grown.
Grown, shown,
I can manage
On my own.
And exorcise
My ghosts.
Who boasted,
My ghosts
Still boast
They host
My kidnapped soul.
Held fast,
Captured
By the past.
A past
Miscast
As the reason
For all my ills.
All my ills
And all the
Bitter pills
I’ve swallowed
As I wallowed
In self pity.
Self pity
Visited
When times were shitty
When I had
No space
To breathe.
No space
To weave
A magic spell.
A spell
To save me
From the hell
Created out
Of doubt.
A lack of guts
Too many buts
And maybes.
But maybe,
Just maybe
The corner’s turned
And maybe,
Just maybe
I’ve earned
The right to state
I managed to create
My own place
My own space
Where I faced
My demons
On my own.
And in my place
There is no space now
For ghosts
That feed upon
The past.
My soul is free
At last.
And now I’m me.
Living
In the present.
A present full of
Promising
Tomorrows.
But,
Maybe I’ll borrow
From the past
Compare it to the now
Then make a vow
To cast it out at last
And accept,
That I am worthy.
Worth the birth
Of hard earned
Confidence.
And forget the past
The past
Once miscast
As the
Villain of the piece
My soul
Now released
Released to feast
On sunrise
Sunsets
And rainbows
As feeling
Overflows.
Refreshing rain
Washes away
The pain
The pain of past
It seems to be
I’m cast
To be the one
Tied to the mast
Of misfortune
Well no!!
It will not be so!!
I’m sorry to say!!
That’ll be the
Fucking day
When I
Allow myself
The luxury
To be
The victim
In
My
Special
Place.
© By: - Pete Slater. 2013.