Discouraged in my heart,
I feel like this facade is falling apart,
All I wanted to do was to be admired like art,
I guess it was only window shopping,
I wasn’t even apart of the cart.
Now it’s so easy for me to play my part,
Not sure if ima finish but I’m disheartened at the start,
Trying to move in wisdom, since experience made me smart.
I’m saving the best parts for myself,
So carefully placed on the shelf,
Emotionally not in the best health,
Manifesting healing and Spiritual wealth.
Oh how I do declare,
That this treatment isn’t fair,
My heart, Beloved refuses to spare,
Caught off guard so excuse me if I stare.
Finally at a place, where my mind detours from the race,
Moving confidently in grace,
Maybe it’s time I take some space.