The clock is ticking. The emptiness can no longer carry the inward screams. If these walls can talk it would echo how the dead breaths. How the mind negatively thinks on things I claimed to have conquered. My heart hurts. I find myself sporadically crying because the pain I have endured seems to always spring up at times when I thought healing made its presence. Questions sting like bees because it would be like me who falls into the queen’s hive Searching for answers cloaked in honey but too sticky to comprehend. And, I’m too busy stuck in my head Wishing life’s easy breezy. Safer to stay in my home then to go outside where hardships stands at every corner. I’m a mourner. At times I find joy in the death of things While most times sadness saddens the state of reality. Bondage stays lingering. This is the cost of not finding me. This is the cost of not being free. And Although I’m Born into generational greatness. I’m Followed by the curses that continues to stay in position to war. Broken, has made its debut. But I know that I am destined for greatness, and I refuse to let the curses of my past define me. I am broken, but I am not defeated. I will rise from the ashes of my pain and emerge stronger than ever before. The clock is ticking, and I am ready to take control of my life and find the freedom that already has been gifted.