Pride

Some storms come in quite, and some come in deep. I will never understand your hearts intentions, or what my life is set out to become...of you not letting me free. I'm done seeing the horns of the devil, and hearing the words that don't even relate to me. My heart has gone through...many storms with you. If I tried to speak to heal this hole, you will only dig in deeper, making this soul tender. I will wipe out all these labels. Like, Jackie Joyner Kersey... I have been trying my hardest to win, where I need to be. And you keep trying to break me, into believing otherwise. I will continue to plant many seeds, in my path, knowing that someday, I shall reach them without a hassel. And not feel like, I have been pulled straight from the ground...a weed. I can sense that my future is not that far, and I know you can too. So, why are you trying to hold onto me... placing labels were they don't need to be. Poetry Corner: The meaning behind this poem is: don't let anyone put labels on you, Let those labels fly above you, and keep on moving forward.