Resilience

I, cannot understand how someone can make someone else’s existence so impossible

I, cannot understand how someone can scatter someone else’s dreams and hopes

My life (my writing) revolves around a shell of criticism and disrespect towards my thoughts

My world revolves around the shell of discontentment towards my actions

My heart cannot see and my soul cannot hear but my mind is aware of the burden, I carry you —

My heart cannot see and my soul will not touch but my mind is aware of the bruise , the black and the unfading blue —

The wall of misunderstanding has fallen upon my sight and my eyes cannot stand the hurting of tears, I cry for the unwritten dream —

The wall of misunderstanding has fallen upon my touch and my hands are unable to construct the happiness of love… I rebuild —

I am not my writing’s, my writing’s are the aesthetics of my doctrine—

The oneiric metaphors, you cannot reach nor touch —

I hurt because I am resilient — what may seem as weak to you — is an image of yourself —

I dare to bleed within my imaginations unbound symposium, for that is where I honour my — even your dreams.

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