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Change my inner self
To cure a wound,
whatever you’ll do,
healing never comes soon,
takes days, weeks,
but the heart needs months and years,
yet there is a possibility
for my heart to be immune to reality,
its different to breath,
when our lord pressures his hands and feet,
trying to crush the pathway
which makes my sound waves into words,
yet today is another day,
I still have the marks of his hands,
foot prints on my chest,
need to acknowledge life goes on,
why freeze and stay in one place,
If I can mimic the aerials beings and migrate,
why grow this rage,
only destroying myself,
corrupting my own mind,
been a person I know
does not meet my personality,
words my treasure chest and destruction,
yet another push I have to make,
create my lovely rhymes again,
must let go of the rage,
smile without a frowning inner face
-che
