Parts of Me - Reflection Page 35

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NOTE: I did not write the following, it is from a book entitled "Parts of Me" by Kimberley Z. Tent. However, I feel very connected to this Kimberley was a Canadian Royal Mountie and our careers seem to have been very similar. Her poetry spoke to me, however this one is pretty deep. 

 REFLECTION: I remember when, fire ripped through my chest, when there were no limits to my dreams. When, the wind tousled my hair, and when there was no measuring my miles. I remember when, the ocean invited me in, and when there was no holding me back, when the mirror smiled back at me and when there was no hatred or fear. I remember the first time I lost my way, and when there was a cocoon left behind. But through it all, I remember most, the day when my own reflection mattered. <3

Parts of Me - Mirror Mirror Page 33

NOTE: I did not write the following, it is from a book entitled "Parts of Me" by Kimberley Z. Tent. However, I feel very connected to this Kimberley was a Canadian Royal Mountie and our careers seem to have been very similar. Her poetry spoke to me, however this one is pretty deep.

Mirror, Mirror

Is this really born flesh staring back at me?

With darkened eyes and once glowing cheeks, mocking me in a paltry shade of goodbye?

Why does it cover aged, trembling palms, forcing me to remember a grim script of tightened wire, darkness and shame?

I've lost precious pieces of moments passed on, a beautiful canvas gone black over time, with covered limbs and memory fogged.

What does life mean, if it's partially gone, when jagged scraps are hidden under clay, of dragons, turmoil and childish desire.

Beware the sting of promises not kept, of scarlet tunic treachery and secrets held above steep ladders of false face, shadows of timeless abandonment, chained to the gut of a charcoal box, now rusted and floating south on a nameless river.

Will I ever recognize the image staring back at me? The one dreaming of a better place 'round the bend, and searching for truth in one single day?

Can unconditional love of self truly survive shared air within a society unjust, or do we surrender ourselves to daily checks - In bloodstained mirrors?

Broken 

When I look into the sky

See the sunshines ray of light, won't stay

When freedom wasn't hard to find, erased

I have no purpose here I see

What people say they make of me, I know

I used to be important here, but now i live in shame and fear

All day

CHORUS:

I just can't catch a break, no

I try so hard, oh

But the pains too great

The thoughts of self destruction fill my head

But I remember what he said

I am a WARRIOR through and through

No matter what, my heart bleeds BLUE, all day

I feel so trapped inside myself

The feelings that involve myself, are harsh

Why stick around here I'm not free

No one even tries to see, my side

The clouds of black are filled with pain

I've worked so hard to fix my name, again

All I want for you to do

I stand up along the way for me, oh for me

CHORUS:

I just can't catch a break, no

I try so hard, oh

But the pains too great

The thoughts of self destruction fill my head

But I remember what he said

I am a WARRIOR through and through

No matter what, my heart bleeds BLUE, all day