A man is not a label,
He is not defined by the drug he takes,
By the names he is called,
By the insults he receives,
By the reactions of others to him.
To be given the label of freak,
Because your father is a freak,
Because your brother is a freak,
Because you cracked and became a freak yourself,
To be given that label is no longer a burden, no longer a trap or a reason to point the finger and say this man is insane.
That label I was given from birth because of my father,
Because of my brother,
Because of me,
Was a driving force and will remain a driving force,
and now from this day it has become a lit furnace, a furnace with undying flickering and piercing flames.
Yeah, I took the drug,
To calm my mind,
I was given no other option,
But now this fire burns on its own,
Without stimulant,
Without a chemical reaction,
But only with the determination a man has within his mind and within his very being, within the entirety of what he has.
I came out from a dark place into a dark place all those years ago,
That was the seed,
Not money,
Not glory,
Not fame,
But to endeavour, to persevere, to understand.
Now my eyes see broad what that young fellow I was did back then,
Full of emotion he ignited an unrelenting flame that grew stronger day after day after day,
So that now I hold the brightest of lights in my grasp
And I've taken off that old label,
As when you are in the midst of any suffering you are not weak, that's a fallacy,
You feel exhausted, exasperated and devastated, but that, that is the crux of strength,
To not fold, but to get through and overcome,
So that you can replace that insane label with the label of strength.
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