Third-Eye

Some times I think that it irons its self out- 

The wrinkles in the picture while trying to grow.

Feeling like I am five but ten times older-

Its just easier to tell when off balance. 

What the toxicity feels like; how darkness 

Consumed so much but it started to make sense;  

The mask that you kept falling for in the same personality- 

Just a different hostage to drugs and despair. 

Patterns screaming bright red but what if?

It could be different trying to convince yourself while wiping tears. 

That is all it could take for changing the cycles;

The way the cards fell when playing for keeps. 

Does it even make sense the secretes they kept all to themselves-

With their head in the sand praying to God like they were confessing. 

Asking to just magically make it go away

But I found forgiveness, after too many triggers,

And people screaming victim. I just needed grounding.

The consciousness of- in the awaking of my third-eye. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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