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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.

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