Adolescent, no guidance and neglected
Heart of rage
No advice nor sage
Homewrecker, power and abuse
Heart of hate
Poisonous thoughts, despair and depression
Heart of anger
Drugs and rancor
End beckons, alone and forgotten
Heart of rust
Crumbling like dust
This rage must stay lit, for the darkness to hit
The choice is yours, keep burning or desist.
With a slight tremble, Paul walked off stage. The silence persisted for a few more seconds, then a hushed applause broke out as the audience gulped back tears, uncertain if such a raw display of emotion should be cheered or silently contemplated.
Paul had encapsulated his life’s odyssey in these lines, which he read aloud in front of others who had and were experiencing the same.
As Amanda gently squeezed his hand, he looked up and she gave him her reassuring ‘I’m proud of you’ smile. She had helped him out of obscurity but the struggle to wholly purge the venom within had to be his alone and he was gradually getting there.