enemies

It is often found behind the steering wheel of my words; it creeps within my internal, unexpressed emotions; it is the trigger of reactions when disrespected; it creates its own imprisoning walls to protect the unhealthy effect it has on service and humility; it grows, becoming more and more self-enthroned to its own knowledge; hates the weak, ignores needs, and is fed through the realization of its displacement among the ignorant.

What if I forgot you? To live my life not based on you and what you mean, to live without a concern or thought to the damage digging low would bring to you. This picture I am bringing walks carelessly to the mark of what you are, unconcerned for who you are. Humor or anger or kindness or passion is often what you are masked with; knowing humility is your only identity that possesses any true value, where I become unaware to your existence. This picture I am living.

You live as only to what is yours, creations in artificial obligations, fantasies of deserving. You lash out when they fail, you are the cause of significant disappointment, you cripple my boldness. You feed me lies and deafen me to the whispers.

Can I live without you? Living in moments of surrender while you lie lifeless, offering more satisfaction than you could ever extend. A divorce has begun and your unrelenting presence is being replaced with what you are supposed to be without revelation of your reality. I will live without you. I will live in eternal moments, I will see what is forever real, I will display Him.

you are my enemy
you are my reputation