Never view a positive mind with ease, please.

Understand,

it is draining not to give into the fall,
to believe I am capable of flying
even as I crawl.

So do not assume I’m weak,
as I willingly turn the other cheek,
there is more to a mountain than simply the peak.
Still, Day after day, soul after soul,
telling me only when I’m old,
will I truly feel the negative pull —
The years in my life too low
to sense an enclosing pain,
that naively I see sunshine
merely blind to the
impending rain.

Where were these strangers quick to judge,
in the cusp of my youth, arm-deep in truth?
With my hand submerged in my brother’s throat,
Wondering if he bothered to leave a note…
I’m left struggling to un-drown his demons from overdose,
…while happily he floats.
instead of feeding the hate I felt, I wrote.

Where were these strangers quick to judge
when my adolescent love, apologetically, hurt me the darkest blue?
Our time now tainted too. For my ignorant heart challenged
a damaged vault, yet the pointed fingers pinned me at fault.
Any push of love met with pulls of hate,
As this manipulative hunter spoon-fed the bait.
All before I arrived at school with a smile still on my face,
as I accepted my demerit for being late.
Please,

never view a positive mind with ease.