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Roots

Spirit Nourishment

By Darrell General IIPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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Room full of growth but the walls barely know

Painted my story on the ceiling as if a mirror hung above

My art's a reflection of my feelings an escape from all my dealings

It takes time to gain some healing and shed your horrid feelings

Positive minds are hard to keep when the world is prone to keep you low

I’m tired of all the dirt I look to the sky for a new home

That’s why I paint my story on the ceiling as a reminder I can rise from out this hole

Life’s troubles aren’t that deep when you have faith to move along

Courage to start a new; I’m writing chapters as my proof every conversation gives me clues

There's more than just this room thank you for all the time you wasted time

I was able to still get something learned, some valuable lessons not to miss my blessings

I’ve grown more respect for myself I won’t lessen my wealth

Trust your intuition you can sense the feeling that’s missing, day dreaming but seeing clearer

It’s a transition to a new love era I must open my mind unlock my heart

Moving on Moving on

The past won’t anchor me I will live on seen believe in me

Who is walking with me I wonder who will be by my side

God's always on the call

Watching over me he sees it all

I’m trying to build a love that won’t fall

Where’s my special lady

Baby I’m tired of hurting, and I’ve learned so much all these years yearning

No more games for me I need a woman to hold me down

Be my one and only in the streets and sheets

If you love me don’t let your heart be discrete

Speak your mind as I do open to me

I’m shining a light no room for secrets to hide

Open Heart Open Mind

Let’s build a love to stand the test of time

I’m loving and caring, a gentleman

Let me show you what makes a man.

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About the Creator

Darrell General II

I enjoyed reading and writing as an adolescent, but I found myself astray from my passion as I grew older attempting to appease others and be amongst social groups I had no place. I'm getting reacquainted with my roots; times are changing.

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