My Therapy (Revisited)

My therapy
Wraps the pain in free verse
Expose the hurt through verbs
Making white pages soak up black tears
So I don't have to drown in a puddle of red
Surrounded by angry metal toters
Baptisted in an ocean of blue
Eagerly to encapsulate my exist
Within the slightest twinkle
My therapy
Voices speaking... I know
Yet they haven't read a single thought
Like a mystifying breeze
These echos disrupts my peace
Chaos and discourse in my demeanor
Flying beyond light in years
I'm strong from the burdens I lifted
When speaking my eyes are like geysers
As the ledger soaks in the frustrations
My therapy
Has me trapped
In a room filled with light
One thing...
When I leave the room is dark
What was isnt...
What is will never be afterwards
Until I remove seriousness point from the pad
Breathing life back into reflection
My therapy
Laid me as the foundation
Just as it seems
Jehovah pitched me as the tent
I've died a many of deaths
Just to constantly live in vain
Still I lay
Upon my knees I begged
On that day my flesh was led
Away from my wholeness
By a vision absent of reflections
My therapy...
The lines are laced with metaphors
Hidden in corners
Trembling as I yearn to cultivate
From the conscious of a spectator
Free and clear by design
The art of language
That I've scribed venomous concoctions
That intertwines with
My Therapy