I die nightly, well, my thoughts do only to be revived the very next sunrise.

You see the madness to my method but don’t understand the reasoning behind it,

like I’m stuck in this asylum you call life and I’m constantly searching for a way out.

Stop looking at what you see on the outside!

You see beauty but in reality there’s turmoil brewing within.

Thus Beautiful Chaos created.

See, I’m a fucking survivor!

I noticed that you are as well.

I’ve seen your petals blown away in the storm, yet you’ve stood your ground.

Your roots have dug themselves deep and there you stood screaming,

“I’m beautiful because I’m a fucking survivor!”

I was the only one that was able to handle you without being hurt by your thorns.

The only flower in my garden I tend to you with love and care.

Look, I learned that you didn’t need love you needed to be loved and that there was a difference.

Bloom, that’s all I ask of you.

Bloom and spread like wildflower.

As a fucking survivor like me grow wings

and take flight through the diamond lit night sky where I’ll be waiting where my thoughts die nightly,

only to be revived the very next sunrise,

because like you,

I’M A FUCKING SURVIVOR!!!

*The opinions and ideas expressed are solely those of the author, and may not reflect the opinions of The Bronx Brand*

Jose Gomez AKA Polifiik Tha Poet is from the Morris Heights and Bedford Park neighborhoods of the Bronx. A published writer and poet, the struggles and different perspectives of life in the Bronx fuels hid writing.  He loves educating himself and takes pride in the success of his children.

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