The Unmolded Jar.

believe me when I’ tell you, life can be a bitch!

I’ve wanted to turn the page,
for so long to see a change
I’ve moved one mile,
only to stager in a radius of pains hooks.
I’ve cried a river and broken walls,
but still not perfect.
You would say.
I carry my pain, and curse my scars.
I fight my demons, so late in the night. .

Show me, love me, trust me
I begged the world for approval,
but got served with reproach. Imperfect, disfigured, weak,and undeserving
Is all I got, in for my quest.
Rejected by a father before birth,
neglected by a mother after birth, trust me I know when I say “Life can be a bitch”.

There is a song of love,
the birds hum it, every day break,
There is a whisper of hope, the wind blows it every fall,
And there is a dance of life, the leaves sway to it all day.
Do good, feel good.
Face your demons every day, and shine your light to melt them.
Let life’s simplicity teach you to love, live, laugh from the heart.
There is more to life

Author: eprayz

A Ugandan based poet, free lance writer and singer/song writer.

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