Going through Primary School, Secondary School, College and University
To suddenly hit regression
To deal with our actual realisations of the world and ourselves
The curse of knowledge can often make one mad and lonely, often carrying our faces in shame, away from supposed loved ones who show no love anyway and disown our name, for we are too bereft of love to be of convenience.
The shame of our life’s failures fuelling our madness and disgrace
Pain in knowing those who share similar energies and hearts to us also have problems on the brain. Demons that they chase in vain often their driving force to being sane.
A pain that penetrates the membrane and sometimes manifests itself in the physical realm
But there is always that lone stranger.
The one that sees your pain and madness and talks to you whilst sorting out his life’s laundry.
This doesn’t take away from the shame but forces you to be proud of it. To wear your scars instead of being plagued by them, so those who spoke in disdain or held their faces in disgrace of you are the same ones to give your fight the energy it needs to be won.
And after the emotional turmoil
After all is said and done
We get down on our knees and cry into our guiding mother’s lap
For all the torture and pain still bore pain