Love Her

Love her deeply.
Soul deep.
To depths only
a kindred spirit can reach.
Love her to the erasure of doubt.
Love her until all she can think about
is, "Why are we not together?"
Love her enough to never
block her blessings.
Truly love her with a love
she's never known.
Love her enough, if you must,
to leave her alone...
-HymnAgen

Prepared

Overcoming

Overcoming

I was trained to swallow my pain 

instead of my pride. 

To hide any hurt I have ever felt inside.

Be nonchalant whenever I have

been denied the things I want,

and have this air of "I don't even care" 

around me.

The pen has helped me deal 

with what I feel and been a valve

to vent the pressures I've concealed

within and soothe my wounds like salve...

But I found a better medicine

the day I chose to let her in

and close the gash that bled within

for nearly 30 years.

I feel better than I've ever been. 

A post traumatic veteran 

relearning it's ok for me to share.

-HymnAgen

Two, Afraid

Two, Afraid

I am

a dichotomy -

a prose writer
who struggles

with honesty.

I push
and I pull
betwixt light
and dark –

tug of war
between spilling
and hiding
my heart.

My affliction
is omission.

I withhold.

Cannot relinquish
all the contents
of my

conflicted

soul.

So I mete them
like rations.

Austere
with my passions.

Frugal
with expression

as with ink.

Too concerned
with what
prospective readers
think.

‘Though
in the blink
of an eye,

thoughts
I do not supply
might have saved
a tortured soul
from the brink
of a precipice…

calling them back
from the edge
by feeling

they are not alone,

but my selfishness
won’t let them
into my dome –

allowing them
to teeter

because I’m too afraid
to allow any one
reader

to see

everything

that

I am…

a dichotomy –

a prose writer
who struggles

with honesty.

I withhold.

- HymnAgen

Old Habits

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In Hindsight

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Ms Insecurity

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Rebuilding Black

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Power

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Best Wishes

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Path to Resolution

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Do Us Part

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Decisions, decisions

Decisions, decisions

Accept me or reject me.

Belittle me not.

Your hollow words

and empty deeds

of supposed tolerance

for me can only serve

to expose my lack

of acumen discerning

affable ways

to say to you politely

what a curt Fvck You

conveys.

- HymnAgen

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Fruit of Wikid Media

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Tunnel Vision

Tunnel Vision

A man with a mission.
Swiss watch precision.
Moving like a tuned
mechanism toward his vision.
No detours.
His only reward: His success.
Faith in himself like religion.
His steps? Measured.
Each hurdle on his journey
met with pleasure,
greatly motivating his endeavors.
Too clever to be thwarted.
No challenge accepted
forfeit or aborted.
Win or lose, his effort is rewarded
with new knowledge.

- HymnAgen

Abstinence

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Bitter Fruit

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Weight Loss

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Un-American, They Say

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Blessings and Curses

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