Kill or be killed

They say
The past is the past
I'm to leave it behind
But when the past is on repeat
How do you overcome?
There is no way around it
I'll RIDE through it!

I'm composed of:
Pain
Smiles
Past
Present
Highs
And lows
Like a great symphony goes!

As my future unfolds
I hold
Those painful threads
That keep me strong
I hold onto
Those joyful memories
That lift me up.

It only stings
As the needle
breaks the skin...

They say
The past is the past
In order to live
I must leave it where it belongs
And not let it influence
What is to come...
Otherwise I'm adding weight
To an already heavy cross...

Every artist paints
A bloody Christ...
A crown of thorns
Digging into his flesh
To remind us
Of what should've been forgotten?

Sometimes our sorrows
Are the best
Part of our lives...
Sometimes our death
Is more important
Than our life!
Pain has more depth
More meaning.
Tears have more strength
Than a smile
They tear
Unite
And mend!

I'm my past
I'm my hurt
I'm my darkness
And My light...

I don't need a tissue
I don't need pity
My agony is not the issue
You just don't understand
That to live
You don't have to leave
To rebuild
You must allow
break down
You don't have to use
All the broken pieces
To be whole...

As long as I have my pen
And my paper
I will write myself right
I will cry myself back strong!

In a kill
Or be killed world
I am a Samurai!!!!

~poetisa maría de jesús