Reality in Poetry
Faith in Humankind
I don’t write of unrequited love
or wishing on the stars above
I write my feelings as they come
about the pain I try to numb.
Things I’ve done I cannot change
but I can leave the firing range.
The scatter gun I used to fire
to make everything to my desire.
As I try to change the life I led
and get the demons out my head.
It must be done with openness
if I’m to find true happiness.
If I want to learn to love myself
nothings left upon the shelf.
All my failings spread out front
with honesty I must be blunt.
It will not be an easy road
with all this baggage to unload.
The choice is mine, it’s fight or flight
with a lot of help I’ll get it right.
I am travelling in the right direction
I now have those feelings of affection.
I was the one who made me blind
and lost my faith in humankind.