Go, gracefully

My own writing influenced massively by the message (and, in places, the literal words) of one of my fave rap songs.

Go, gracefully.

Seems you can’t always, go back
start from the last lesson you,
remember learning

falling backwards, submerged
inside blankets of forgiveness

fresh breath and new promise,
ease the familiarity, comfort my ears
that strain under a father’s steady truths,
fearsome traffic pushes around us as he drives
pressing into me, roads to nowhere new,
form scenes these eyes greet like a lost friend
still I am crushed with blissful acceptance,
I could never stray, from such roots of love

take mummy’s hand, snapping
from my own, I must be,
my own , else,
turning key to the door of home
will puncture stars above,
constellation conflict, patterns of the past,
heavy, hindering

my direction is in battle, like that old hard-headed man,
who was a staple to the community,
somehow symbolising both the chaos and the unity

I’m intimidated like a child, by an everyday reality,
but I’ll flood tears, fisherman’s storms, at the value
lurking deep in a simple sea

hoping that I can take in every moment as it’s given,
I will not forget to appreciate the life that I am living
please, just give me one more day to accept the fact that I am going to die
and maybe just one more to live like I am truly alive

I’ll cherish the way my grandma insists still, on penguin bars and bingo cards,
crush headphones to ears kid-like, swearing blindly,
music can save and strengthen the world’s worst
clutch to friendships mapping the globe,
reaching for all they continue to teach me,

never will I fear, the silence of cynical
though the mild fireside in my head, like gentle old age,
shall flicker, nudging each made mistake, to the ashes

I’ll chase what’s hidden finding solace in a microphone,
these words offer you, the form of love I’ve got to give,
touching me for that one moment
till realise, I’ve got my own life to live

remain still, listen to the river run
washing smog and sick, from dark towns unsung
this release my call to arms for endless passion, the rising sun
singing with hymn sheets invisible, hallelujah, to moving on