Thats What They Say...

I controlled myself today. Self control, that’s what they say.. ‘Control yourself. Out of sight, out of mind. It’ll take time..but you’ll be just fine’ Okay..I’ll intake what you say, on this day. & I’ll live by it from here on, day to day. At least till I can, feel again. and once I’ve healed, I’m sure I’ll feel. I’m just not sure about what it is, I’ll be feeling. Cause I swear…I’m losing faith in dignity. Hopefully, some kind of epiphany will summit and I’ll be convinced. Try. That’s what they say. But why? Try, what? All I’m saying is… Something ain’t right. My days are like nights. & my nights are that of similar to Etta James. Walking down the lonely road leading to no where. But wait, that’s not right, nor true. Im happier than this all sounds…. Youre so talented, don’t worry, thats what they say. & although Im feeling blue, this is true. & I’m actually proceeding, progressing and prevailing on this sailing boat. My blank stare..it still speaks truth. Yet, soon…the blankness will fill. I sense the positive chill. and its right around the corner. No hoarder. Far from it. I don’t keep garbage, I don’t need. Including all the unnecessary garbage, fake people, weak feelings, I feel unwillingly. but Don’t tread on me. Follow me as I lead… A lady warrior I am, indeed. A creator, artist, photographer, poet. I will be successful and never regretful. This long journey begins to set sail. Love is my religion though. & I can only wish for more. Stay sharp, that’s what they say. and all I can say is…let me be, I will feel what I feel when I, am feeling it. Everything im enduring is a learning lesson and I’m not undergoing any sort of depression. So… I, will control myself because I, want to. I will Try and try and try again because I’m, feeling it. and yes, I am talented & I’m not worried.. so I’ll always stay sharp for the sake of my own beating heart…not because you’ve given me your honest opinion. See, I’m pealing the unwanted layers off of this onion needed and continuing the embarking lovely excursion.. Inhaling my own goddamn potions. Never settling. Never falling. Five feet and all, I’ll always be standing tall.