The Allegory

By Malik Hampton

They say the type of trauma you’ve suffered is the one you perpetuate, great

With change I make sense of all the emotional and mind games I recreated off of playdoh 

Auditing my relationships, golden thread ensnares the significance of how often I played those

As I’m regaining penmanship im authoring my ascension out of ignorance, plato’s 

My first session, after the stand up, my therapist challenging the foundation of my legos

I waver, deflect, then rue the scenic route back to the topic too often this habit it blossoms when I’m questioned or checked about my manipulation of legos

Question the question, then wait for reignition, but if I want to heal like I say I do it’s time for some recognition 

Especially since my games may have harmed the nurturer of my seed, whose dna has eternally charged me with the deed of protection 

Confronted by this stranger that I’ve solicited with easing my regression, navigating my progression, as i transcend through my transgressions

This ain’t the first time I nose dived into uncomfortable sessions, but since this is the first I’ll christen it by sidelining my deception and saying what needs to be said, doing what needs to be done

addressing my nature and the behaviors of who i have become

For one simple reason

my seed requires nurturing, and I’d soon suffer lifetimes engulfed by flames before allowing my story to end sitting in this cave

By Malik Hampton