I Am Not Worthy (Naika Venant) Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

She wakes up to another day and her emotions are screaming unworthy to live.

Her life is hidden in the sounds of her laughter; her body is lost in the pain of her suffering.

Looking for love she finds torment in the eyes of a stranger that birthed her.

Tears of secret findings caused her mental state to expand into self-indulgence.

Without hope she drowns in her mortal soul of deception that decays her.

Abused with the hands of trust she withdraws her eyes for shattered dreams.

The climax of her words has no truth for ears that don't see her storms.

Time has misplaced her state of execution that brings about her casket of living.

She reaches for love with her heart and finds artistic dysfunctional peace.

Surveying her surroundings she escapes to nowhere; her mind is trapped within her.

I was fourteen years old and found my reality a nightmare; home is where the heart is.

She dreamed of a legacy of mother and daughter and found a legacy of insurmountable ridicule.

My name is Naika Venant and I am not worthy of the love that birthed me.

Written by Theodore Mosley
March 16,2017