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A failure’s plea

Keep your lips sealed
and please don’t look away
just listen to my voice
there’s something I have to say
maybe a couple of words
locked behind this fear
that if I break my silence
you won’t be able to hear
and yet again I choke
with words as loud as screams
hoping you would listen
to all those words I speak
so consume all this silence
and slowly nod your head
just pretend you were listening
to all the words I said
they might not make sense
and it’s hard for me to explain
but promise me you’ll listen
to all the things I’ve held in vain
tell me that you’ll hide me
and in you I can confide
because I’ve lost that war
the one you wanted me to fight
I’ve failed to rise higher
from where you thought I’d start
I’m sorry that I’ve let you down
I’m sorry that I’ve lost
please don’t look away, Mom and Dad
look into my eyes
tell me that you’ll forgive me
because I’ve failed to rise
I know I broke those dreams
the ones you helped me see
please don’t let me lose that hope
the one you burned in me
you’ve worked day and night
because I know you’ve done a lot
but promise me you’ll help me fight
even though I’ve lost this war
help me wipe off this dirt
and help me clean my wounds
tell me you’ll be there for me
so I could rise from this ground
I’m trying to get up again
but I need your help
don’t lose your faith in me
I’m sinking in myself
I was afraid of being a failure
even though I promise I tried
I was scared to hurt you
so I kept the words inside
tell me that you’ll accept my choice
and that I am not alone
let me conquer all those dreams
the ones you had shown
I know I’ve done many wrongs
but please don’t push me away
hold me close to yourself
and tell me everything will be okay
I know you can’t hold my hand
or carry me in your arms
but you can give me all your blessings
and hope to carry on.

A failure’s plea

Poetry book: Curing My Venom

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Failure an old friend

Think of failure as a bitter herb
you had to drink to get to where you are
because without all these setbacks
you wouldn’t have come this far.

Don’t stress over losing
because this loss was only meant to fuel your desire
why do you look at the sky
when you were born to go higher?

So rub this filth
sinking through your bones
little pebbles can’t break you
because you’re made of stone.

Stop whining and stop complaining
and get back on your knees
you have oceans to sail and mountains to climb
so don’t you fucking give up on me!

Failure, an old friend
Poetry book: Curing My Venom

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Words I won’t ever say to my dad

You tell me the world is vicious daddy
because you’ve looked it in the eye
but it’s my turn now
so won’t you let me fly.

You tell me there are storms out there
that I won’t be able to bear
but you’ve molded me with your own hands
then why do you have this fear?

How long will you keep me in the comfort of your nest?
Don’t you trust that light you planted in my chest?

You’ve carved me into this pillar
that does not know how to bow
if you want me to stay down here
then come show me how.

It was you who told me that when I rise
I shouldn’t come back down
yet you complain and tell me
that I’m better off on the ground.

The winds are too harsh
you tell me each and every day
the forests are too cruel
you whine in every way.

There are vultures out there
you tie my hands, so I wouldn’t leave
the mountains will break you
you tell me I’m naive.

You twist your words
and then you scream
convincing me
that I shouldn’t dream.

But you don’t understand
in this tight space of yours
I can’t seem to breathe.

You’ve put your strings around me
to keep me grounded to this floor
but by doing so your hurting me even more.

I know you’re pulling me down
because you don’t trust the world
but how do you not have faith in your little girl?

You’re the one who taught me
that I should laugh at every ache
because I will tear, rip but I won’t ever break.

Maybe I’m not strong, maybe I will crack
but daddy you’re the only hope I have.

I know you care,
and you don’t want to see me hurt
but how will I ever rise if I don’t kiss the dirt.

You don’t want to see me in pain
it breaks your heart
because if I ever crash it will tear you apart.

I know
the world is filled with devils
who’ll point their fingers at you if I ever tremble
but it’s through you that I’ve learned
how to make the earth rumble.

I know you’re afraid
that the demons will laugh at me and you
so teach me how to rise
so we could both make it through.

I don’t know what aches your carrying
or what scars you’re trying to hide
but why are you stopping me
from touching those skies.

You’ve held my hand
to teach me how to walk
you’ve given me your words
so I could have a voice to talk.

You’ve stayed up late nights
and spent so many restless days
you’ve toiled so much
just so I could be okay.

You’ve given up your youth
to give me this life
you’ve burned all your dreams
because you wanted me to thrive.

Since I was born you saw a dream for me
I know your ground is safe
but it’s not the sky I see

I’m chasing an empty horizon
and your scared that I’ll lose
I want to kiss the stars daddy
just once walk in my shoes.

If I crash
I know you’ll be mad
and you’ll ache all over
but if I ever fall daddy
I’ll always need your shoulder

If I shatter just promise me
you’ll pick me up
you’ll make me indestructible
so I wouldn’t ever stop.

Daddy
you’ll always be my first prince
but let me take my throne
I belong on the battlefield
not in castles made of stone.

You’re scared that I won’t be able to ride my own horse
or I won’t be able to slay my own dragons
and I know you’ll say that’s enough
but daddy
if I ever lower my head my crown will slip off.

Trust me…
I can train an army in a dress
and I can fight in heels
you haven’t taught me how to back down
but watch me make the world kneel.

For once daddy…
Instead of pulling me back
and instead of saying ‘No’
why don’t you just smile
push me
and tell me to go.

Why don’t you look at the world through my eyes
and then maybe you’ll see why
I’m so desperate to reach those skies.

So daddy…
with tears streaming down my face
I want you to hold my hand this one last time
walk with me to the horizon as I take my flight.

Poetry book: Curing My Venom

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Imperfections

Because
I am trying so hard
to understand
why I am the way I am
but I promise
if I could be someone else
I wouldn’t think twice
if it were that easy
then, like a coat
I would wear someone else’s skin
but sometimes, I wonder
beneath these layers
of all those things
I wish I could be
would someone ever
crave to be me?

Imperfect

Poetry book: Curing My Venom

I wrote that poem because of all my insecurities. People tell me I’m beautiful, but the girl staring back at me through the mirror says otherwise. She doesn’t ever see any of my victories. All she does is remind me of my flaws and failures. All she does is compare me to everyone else around me, and I find myself hating that girl even more.

I’m too fat, too thick, too much of this, too much of that. It toys with my confidence. It messes with my mind, and I find myself wondering what other people might be doing. Do they feel the same way? But everyone else seems so satisfied. So happy, then why aren’t I. Why do I feel this way? Is there something wrong with me? Sometimes I feel like if I had a choice, I would choose to be anyone but me. And if everyone knew the anguish I go through every day, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t ever want to be me.

If I could…

I would take a knife and slice away my skin and carve myself into something different…

I promise I wouldn’t hesitate….

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Bargaining with loved ones

If I am ever broken
and I am unable to walk
will you carry me in your arms
and tell me I am strong?

If I am ever broken
and I am unable to fly
will you raise the ground
or will you bring down the sky?

If I am ever broken
and I am unable to see
will you be my image
or will you leave me to be?

If I am ever broken
and the world is laughing at my despair
will you be my wings
and take me away from here?

If I am ever broken
and people are toying with my heart
will you be my glue
and stop me from tearing apart?

If I am ever broken
and I am unable to speak
will you be my lips
and help me heal?

What if I’m not broken
but I need you by my side
will you walk with me
or will you leave me behind?

What if I am okay
but I still need your hand
will you give me courage
or will you leave me as I am?

What if I just need you
without any reason
but I’m scared to admit
will you walk away
or
will you stay for a bit?

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Poem from ‘Curing My Venom