Parade Problems

Many have been through trials

Common trials

Cliche trials

Battling to win the game of:

Love,

Life,

And Lies.

Marching along

With chaotic pride

In the parade of

Self-fulfillment.

Jumping over hurdles

And dashing to the finish line,

Only to come up short.

My trials,

Aren’t common.

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.

These trails,

Are real,

These trails

Are punishments

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.