Sleeping Dogs

Why don’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?

Don’t mess with me.

Let me be.

Every time I get to the place where I think I know where I am going,

I think I know who I am, you show up.

Isn’t it too early for this?

Why don’t you take your issues, and your problems somewhere else?

You persist in ensuring I know from where I came.

I cannot deny the facts you lay before me.

You remind me of the things I wish I would just forget,

The shame,

The hate,

The anger,

The hurt.

Why don’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?

Yo, don’t mess with me.

But you refuse to listen.

So here we are again, doing our one two step, our back and forth.

My heart is no longer in my chest, it’s on my forehead for all to see.

My identity misconstrued with the half-truths that you spit to me.

My hope stands but shaking and battered by the constant barrage of your dark scheme and plans for me.

Sigh…

Why don’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?

Please, don’t mess with me.

I yearn for light,

I thirst for peace and stay in agony for love, unconditional love.

Yes, you are right I am broken and who knows maybe beyond repair,

But with that thought, with that confession,

I sense a powerful presence draw near.

Maybe I am not supposed to be fixed.

Maybe I am not supposed to be mended.

Maybe I was meant to be broken.

So a new me could come forth.

The real me would come forth.

Maybe the pile of broken pieces I stand amongst isn’t a former version of myself.

Maybe these broken pieces are the remnants of the cage that has held me captive.

Thank for not letting sleeping dogs lie.

Thank you for messing with me.

It’s through your constant harassment,

Your unending belittlement

And your diligent accusations that I have found what I have been searching for,

Liberty.