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Modern Living

by Kerri Miller

I ain't scared to be sensitive
I may take but I also give
that's just how I've learned to live
bottled up emotions
can cause a big explosion
get it out
n keep on going
so u can see results
of the seeds you sowin'.

Can't be anything other then myself
you can take the time to read between the lines
or you can just place me on the shelf
either way it's okay
I'm accepting the pain
more like the quote
of no pain no gain.

I can no longer remain weak
let these tears streak my cheeks
cuz I got to succeed
I got to find me
find my meaning

relentlessly wandering
down life's crooked path
deciphering the good from the bad
but end up confused by the math
I close my eyes and get taken back
memories unfolding my past
set me sideways from making it last
shoulda, coulda, woulda
but I didn't
and you don't
and I will
but you won't.

Tug of war
is the best description
for how I live
and what I envision.

Tired of the games
pointing and names
driving me insane
so I pulled hard on the reignzzzz.
Second chances
come once in lifetime
and I saw mine
up that rope I climbed
who woulda thought I'd find
a way to leave what's been behind?

An inner struggle
on the daily
no if ands or maybes
life is real my baby
time's ticking
life's worth living
an open heart giving
that's the definition
of modern living.

Comments

Unknown said…
its worth living in modern world
and i think the lines will make a dent in the readers mind as it did in mineeeeeeeee
Wamuhu Mwaura said…
Thank you, Mourvi.

~ Kerri

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