this is my gravity.

I’ve always been a creature

Naturally gravitating towards my growth

Always showing the world I’ve got more in store

Than the expectations drawn on my skin

When I was born

Misinterpretations come as a price

For having a skull of anxieties and highs

But never will I allow one to tell me

That I do not live enough. That I am too empty.

From the moment I was struck with the air

Of the “tough life” in this “real world” with “malicious minds”

I’ve never put more effort into other tasks

Than I have in growing myself and mending my past

Into solace and grace, rather than regret

To achieve such a goal--learning to be alone

In warmth and acceptance of the wounds that I have grown--

I’ve encountered strife deeper than I could anticipate

And to this day, I allow it in. But each day, on a different page.

I love and lose with every open door and every slam

Whether I storm out first or I’m left with the empty hands

I’ve even been fooled into disappointment I never thought I’d see be repeated

And with the same heart, I allow it in. But each beat, at a different pace.

I dive into myself in depths that scare many

I relive and write of traumas that I have battled with plenty

But I cannot imagine tucking myself away, for the chance it will be worth it

And with the same faith, I allow it in. But each night, in a different place.

I still stand with composure I’ve fought to never leave my core

And I will fight for myself even when nobody sees the ball in my court

Now this is not to say I don’t make mistakes with every new sun,

But I know that never will I allow it all to be for nothing.

So try to tell me

That I do not live enough. That I am too empty.

- M. Rose