Reluctantly Bad Poem by Savannah Pearson

Soul searching,
a mundane occupation.
Yet, my identity is blurry,
defined by unbridled thoughts.
Regardless if there's happiness,
imagery will follow suit.
Pushing past the bitter,
consoled by a caliber of love.
Stronger than chains of woe,
cast across the limbs of freedom.
Cursed with thoughts so vile,
responding like an Angel should.


Reluctantly defiant,
Negativity barreling down.
Hindrances behind them,
strive to find that crown.
Regardless of invested courage,
only to waste away.
Reluctantly bad enough,
for me, to start this day.