Leaving Nowhere to Return Again

Sometimes a hint of malevolence,
Sometimes a tad of heart;
Always the beat of insignificant feat,
Always overlooked, by and far.
Every time reluctant to sound the trumpet
And proclaim all we truly are.
Craving when it won't come back,
Then blaming it for leaving the scars.

I laid away all that I no longer am today,
I put down all I have become.
I guess I stay awake so no more is at stake,
Though I can't see where it comes from.
Greatness is in me, I know I can rise,
I know I can catapult from down deep inside,

If only I can climb up from this pit where I live,
Ignore voices that tell me I've nothing left to give,
Stop donating teardrops, only to find rain
That bring me 'bout full circle again,
Scratching tombstones in this pain.

I gave away all the useless, vile traits
That beg me to let them come back home.
I gave away the ones that stir the haunt,
That are nothing when left on their own.
Goodness is in me, I know I can smile,
I know I can help more than a short while,

And throw away the self decay
I just cannot believe is still here.
There's pieces of me under boards
Which nobody but me can pull clear.
If only I can leave this swamp
I have for so long called my home.
Stop walking on this widening path where
There's no room left for me to be on.