Dress Code

Resilience is my finest armour.

A battle suit of testing trauma.

And like an aura I'll wear it,

And I refuse to share it -

For that is my saving grace.

To conquer the hardship of your disgrace,

Of all the pettiness and saving face.

No longer afraid to get my hands bloody,

Nor look in your eyes and see you scurry,

Like the coward you are -

And always were.

Here is the badge

From now, you’ll wear.

Glittersphere

We’re all waking up -

Like a Mexican wave of light;

Dotting across the curve,

Earth illuminating so bright.

Like stardust, it’s almost Disney -

A twirling, twinkling sight.

The sparkling Christmas bulbul,

In the space of infinite night.

Ducktape

Depression likes so often to scrape

The back casket shell of my hellish, beating mind.

It backs down, now and then, but only for short time.

There’s a fine line between the dark crow and me - perched upon my side shoulder;

It weighs me tethered down, screaming no sound, like a rapturous black shackled boulder.

I’m starting to notice the permanent fixture, that chose this pernicious space.

And only as I’ve gotten older, I’m slowly learning to embrace…

The nurture then torture,

The chronic disorder,

The bestial mutation,

Before the euphoric elation.