Everyday at school,
I was filled with repressed anger from a strained home relationship
In my arms, I carried books and on my shoulder, a chip
Cuz I wished a "so-and-so" would!
I wuz seething inside to be understood
With my fists and my feet,
I wanted to pound and stomp somebody
Although I kept my resentment discreet
No, I was no bully.
But I wanted ANYBODY to mess wit' me!
Just a push would do, even the smallest degree
So I could release my at-home frustration
My ulterior motive mixed with an education
Because, I was no wimp academically
I just had no other relief
For the ills which would systemically
Consume and plague me
And my symptoms were often vague, you see
For so many adults missed any sign
They just had no clue as to how to diagnose or define
Me
So seething anger
Was my chosen route...... to be free.

But, I survived those terrible years
Of so many closed eyes and deaf ears
And private, silent tears
Yes, sometimes,
I look back and think of "maybes" and "what ifs"
But, my life has still played out some melodic riffs
Of beautiful tones
In spite of any grief-filled moans
Or the stumbling blocks and jagged, cutting, stones
Along my path.

So, Thank You, Jesus, for saving me from myself
And for the people You sent into my life along the way
Thank You for keeping all those many possible demons at bay
And Thank You for still blessing me....even when I stray.


Praise & Thanks