Nobody Knows — White Flag Verses

A poem about childhood, family, distance, and the quiet things we carry long after a moment has passed.

Nobody knows the full truth, not even me who speaks in rhythm to get a rush out of the crowd that be but I know that every small moment that passes, is like a drop in the sea waiting for purity it took me a dream awoken to reach out for maturity to nip away at inferiority and superiority to discover the salt of time on my skin no matter the temperature it holds Recovery is a story that one has to begin so It can be retold and the scars and pain remain sacred... so that if the paper burns... out of the ashes miracles behold... My biggest struggle was impending doom, until I found myself in a room of lovers for a summer it was like I forgot I knew about suffering Passions ignited and I was a child trying to skip the many ambitions buffering as I grew older I got a taste of feeling the will of selfish intention and the essence of my fear became superficial rather than existential A reflection to where I stand in this dimension, on the shore but never shallow yes I was ignorant to the self sabotage and non purpose in my rebellion, A bittersweet truth before not yet ready for me to swallow nobody knows the truth, it hovers in the air through the chairs and voices distant and near it's celebrated and also disguised in celebrities who portray shiny things clear, Carefully crafted and displayed in grand gestures then torn down by those feeling naughty by nature nobody knows the truth, even when you're spilling guts in a booth trying to fill the void of henny or juice when you're mingling with haters who secretly admire your fire and want to let go of nothing to lose nobody knows the truth even when you feel unsure about who you are but you get in your parents car When you feel like success is too good to be true but your homies say you're raising the bar When you find yourself forgetting your nest and flying far beyond the stars nobody is God, and God lives inside of me and you.