Pain Before Belief

Time and time again,
sore heads
and imaginary codes.
Feeling shut out,
blown off,
fought down.
Fever’s rising,
no chance to get back up the ladder.
Lacking self-esteem,
feisty self indulgence,
carry the burden to the river.
Hit yourself with a rock and float away.

Horribly admitting the transparent truth,
the point of no return is getting closer.
We’re gonna hit it straight on,
headfirst
and this car has neither seatbelt nor airbag
so we’re going to smash our heads against the words.

Maybe this will make us come to terms with what is going on.

Maybe we see some things clearer than before.

Maybe we find our senses and figure this out

or maybe

we’ll just face the consequences for having stayed silent for so long.