Bills stacked on the table, I attack them with my skills when I'm able
Hard work will get you places is a fable. There's intricacies & angles
As well as difficulties that tangle on the path to success
We live our lives on the coattails of regrets. In love but beset
By the stress, the mess, of surving without money
Mouth to feed, family in need, ain't a damn thing funny
I am beneath clouds, crying aloud, in doubt the heavens even hear
But the wails and pleas are picked up instantly by my wife who I hold dear
She consoles me. Right as I'm folding - white flag throwing
Bestowing me with clarity. Exploding, Granada against disparity in tow
It seems each time she comforts me I grow as a person.
I exposed my hurt, she wiped my tears, now tell me where my hurt went?
When I was hopeless, hellbent on dirt naps - my failures having vengeance.
She instilled resilience to the days of constant resentment
Invisible wounds - they always include – ripple effects.
And I’m just trying to protect, what I checked in to collect.
To you it looks like a mess. But babe that’s just the stress.
Frustration comes like a chemical. It’s plentiful.
And nothing about it will ever be ethical.
…I want you to eat.
…Stop withdrawing from me.
It was never ‘you’ or ‘I’ …
It was always - ‘we’.
You don’t mean to push. You just want to be free.
A quiet gentle giant who becomes snappy.
You’re moody and I love you. We have history.
And silent attacks of anxiety. Seemingly,
Endlessly.
We have a cycle of struggle in society.
Where you die quietly.
You’re honest and real. But I can’t know how you feel.
So I remind you; that resilience is steel.
You’re relentless and stronger. Like blood and water.
We’re rich in our book of poverty 'cause we’re the author.
I won’t let you slaughter, the man underneath.
You carry me over obstacles. You make me complete.
Though I know that…doesn’t make ends meet.
- Destitution – Deprivation.
But baby because of our love…
We’ll never be poor in imagination.
At night when we lay, i see calming peace on her face
Chasing away demons who've deprived me of sleep for days
Serenity quakes, a quiet rumble,
Then towards slumber I stumble...
My dreams are of success and an end to our duress
Stress left in times that mark the start of our quest
To making it,
No faking the smiles to spare our child visions of pain
We're living in style, endless sunshine after hiking mountainous disdain
Truth
Emily