Many have been through trials
Battling to win the game of:
With chaotic pride
In the parade of
Jumping over hurdles
And dashing to the finish line,
Only to come up short.
Join along in the struggle
To breathe a breath
Of broken hearts.
Ignore the bright bold colours
And come into the dark,
The shadows that hold secrets that will never be brought to light.
My trials hold truth,
And I will weave you out
From behind your mask of deceit,
Because I bet you
You’ve only beat the others racing
By taking knives to their backs.
For ignoring the pain,
For ignoring the hurt you’ve placed on others or yourself.
Look past the illusion of the parade:
With the brightness,
There is darkness—
Life is more than the bright shiny typical future,
There is the pain,
The emotional game of fulfillment.
And I’ll be watching your parade,
As you dance on to the end of your “trial”,
Because I once,
Was naive like you,
Naive enough to believe that:
Playing the game of love, life, and lies,
Was the hardest trial I ever had to overcome.
But it’s in the shadows
Where the real struggle begins.