Rise up

Minimal
Chemicals.
Gunna give myself
The good stuff.
Tough enough
With my brain
With insane
At the edge;
Like a bubble
Where trouble
Slaps you
In the face
Where disgrace
Is a race
To forget.
Confused
We lose sight
Of the Light,
So we fight
In defense
To protect.
Erected
And projected
Are ideas,
Just thoughts
That we consume.

With costumes
We play a role,
And, explore
A finite space
In time…

So take this rhyme
As love.

Be filled;
Full with love
To the top
And break through.

Unbound.
Above and beyond the fight.

Stand
With love.
For love.

Tend to your pains
And the pains of others.

You needn’t disguise,
Or hide.
Rise
Up.