the real...

i'm good... things could be better, yet, they should... choices landed me in between a lesson n gettin things back on track... damn it feels good knowin the facts... tjhose in which make me who it is i am as no one knows the intent i come with... yeah, i'm hidden from hands that feel the need to have someone in their lives worth a candle flicked... but i sit with patience waitin on time to give back what i put in to my own life... n there's no worries of edges of sharpened knives... nor another addition that come on to quick as those kinda ends hurt somethin real... therefor i stick to a promise made to self due to i've already been healed... n my word will not move from beneath my foot until i've gotten me in order... lines have been drawn like invisible borders... no one is allowed to come behind the scenes where my emotion is as raw as cut from a mothers womb... i am the new life i needed to correct what i decided was good for me that went so fuckin far off key til my own mind went kaboom... this is me written for a later date to come back on so i know focus was the best thing i coulda had... so to me readin this somewhere in the near future, i ain't mad...