Goaded

It is great to know,

after years of prose,

that life won't change,

it seized the throws.

The brakes I've sought,

to delve in plot,

how to decide,

not pass divide.

Courage in gifts of change,

the words to power not derange,

to bring an end not continue in been,

allows the grace to envelope new space.

A viable choice to have made in stayed,

as what's been done was done in laid.

The life exist of hearing this,

the news to pass is in the cast,

once the road was seen for drove,

misunderstandings delivered prose.

Circumstance brought more than known,

suspected that it was a tone,

now I understand the life of stoned,

is to be destroyed while in the bone.

As the truth has taken time,

to understand not to rhyme,

I did not know that people would,

spy me out to improve their could.

Worn since birth decided fate,

the pass of all my family's hate,

piled upon tons of weight,

the process of accepted state.

Interest in becoming more,

building values to 'No' that door,

respecting self important measure,

before I took to writing tethered.

The done in Act is perfected fact,

the tries to break were falls in make,

to keep me as a garbage spake.

Ready for the next brought chore,

the trust I had has turned to horror,

to say that I have a part,

is to know I've had it from the start.