Writing

This morning I woke up

to find my phone hadn't charged last night,

so I plugged it in while I stumbled through my morning routine

and picked it up right before I hurriedly left the scene.

I've never been much of a fighter.

I take hits like glass takes baseballs

like fire takes to rain.

Glass breaks and fire goes out.

I've never been much of a fighter.

A retaliator, resister

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. 

Little did I know that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined, though. 

Turning away from an old life

Tricky and sometimes with strife

It’s full of things you think you want

Sometimes it will dare to taunt

Why must the things we want be of danger

my anxious heart,

it haunts me when i finally decide to nod off,

whilst my anxious mind whispers old and embarrassing events,

and eventually i am wide awake again,

bug eyed,

and holding the covers above my head.

Remember your past

For it makes you

Who you are.

Remember to ask yourself

Who are you?

Remember the good times

But also keep the bad.

Remember to keep your values