Grace

Here's a little insight, a peek into me; I'll shed some light on my personality. Like a young snake thrown into sea with storm I swallow the ocean and grow, like Jorm But enough of mythology, references get worn Let's talk about psychology, and how my life has been torn. Bullied and abused since I was young Finding purpose, only to come undone. Lost it all; a tragedy well-spun Fell to a point where I hold loaded gun. I stumbled forward blindly I humbled those besides me. I grumbled and cursed at society then I mumbled the truth and kept climbing. No matter the pain I'll just struggle in vain Until the world will change And I can smile when I say my name. That brings us to today, when I write not to save face, but to show and create even the Wicked can have grace.