If
I lived in my feelings
I
wouldn’t be alive at all
I’d
be on ‘da ground
With
no room to even fall
I’d
be six feet under
With
no ability to even wonder
If
there was any hope
For
me to get back up and cope
If I lived in my feelings
I’d have no dealings
With a reason to live
Or a chance to even give
A single part of myself to this world
I’d be just another girl
Who called it quits
Before she took her last hit
Of oxygen through her lungs
And I know I ain’t ‘dat one
So, I refuse to live in my feelings
I’d rather live in my healings
Healing from the past
Knowing ‘dat pain doesn’t last
Always
No matter what my feelings say
Healing from the wounds
Inflicted way too soon
For me to recognize
‘Dat they came from lies
But now I’m wise
Enough to know
Some seeds never grow
To full maturity
And I can still regain my purity
As long as I live in my healings
Instead of my feelings!
Cause
If I lived in my feelings
I
wouldn’t be alive at all
I’d
be on ‘da ground
With
no room to even fall
I’d
be six feet under
With
no ability to even wonder
If
there was any hope
For
me to get back up and cope
© 2018 Christine Lombard
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