pride

Me, unmotivated when connection is found

I clung to the notion that I wore a crown 

It provided warmth in the ice of solitude

In retrospect, it seems, I sought the mood 

The pain brought angels to cry at my name

I'd play with their halos, so I was to blame

I'd step in the ring and box with the shadows

Then shatter the light to darken the hallows 

All that to show that I was owed grace

I'd point at the scar that I cut on my face

Then when I was given a hand to hold 

My hand stopped penning pain that I sewed 

I still don't know whether I deserve shine

Whether my wrist wrote whispers of winking lines

Or if my pride had purpose that provided value

And wasn't just drug-induced shallow gray hue