A Storm Is Approaching

[Spoken Word intro: Angel Haze]

There are weights upon my heart, heavy as amplified grief

The bags beneath my eyes have seemingly swallowed my sleep, my

Mind is racing..pacing alongside my thoughts of restitution

The thoughts I have of finding a place to escape myself

To escape this world, to escape this pain and it's

Milky Way swirls of torture and torment and lacking of progress, I

Digress constantly and I'm particularly numb now

My mind is a galaxy. My heart is a fortune cookie, full of verbs that say Go!

Jump. Fight. Win, but my soul is held captive by this state I'm within, I fight

Wars amongst Gods. Amongst demons and angels

They're more strengthened than I, more sharp and more angled, more

Capable than me, yet I've

Never found the ability to allow my hope into reclination

I've been from the bottom to the top with a forceful desperation

With a need that can match the longing of a thousand suns

A thousand tongues wishing for what we know is love, I

Know nothing but struggle, the constant

Hustle and bustle of attempting to make it past myself

And everything else, a storm is approaching...

And it's beckoning my roots

Pulling them forth, stretching them beyond what I'd deemed physically possible

I am finding strength in places I thought I'd never know

Length in places I thought I'd never grow

Reminding myself to never be hindered or rendered worthless

By the evils of this Earth, or

The rain or the pain or all of the hurt

I have a heart like a hill

Lungs like gills and I, breathe underwater

A body like motion, a soul like the ocean

My mind is like Teflon..My heart is too tall

I'm more than the cloth from which I was torn, I

Live above it all. Rise Above The Storm