They think Im somethin special But I think Im like everything from the shelf. Im. Just myself nothin else, nothin extraordinary. Nothing noteworthy from my inventory now heres the story. Im just trynna survive mine; Life. Im not a cat I dont got nine Lives. Just chillin n livin’ working on many things and one of them things forgiveness. Ive been beat up and down and I been around the block. Down and up and drinkin till Im drowned my sorrows weigh more than pounds n Im sorry. For anything that went down that hurt anyone along my journey. I try to keep my head up; right now I’m trynna get some bread up cause Im fed up with the sky high prices of simple ass stuff. Like a bed and a place to rest my head; this is crazy I cant even afford to live in a shed. When I wrote this; I simply bled emotions poetical therapy But naw Im not hopeless. Im actually ontop of it; climbing n never droppin it; philosophies im trying to follow it and acknowledging my own accomplishments.
Nina
Learned to control mindstateI wait for tides to subsideLike a sunrise it’s beautifulIt may be new to you but I’m mindfulBlessed daily from the giftWhenever Something AmisI return to bliss and thisPower of meditationThrough practice resignationMy heart rate slowsI centre myselfAlthough the future is unknownFar from my control I can control meDeep breaths slowlyUphold these waysPathways I must not go astrayAnother poemAnother day
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