You can’t have me!

You can’t have me!

Standing in the shadows with my identity torn, wishing often for my life to be unborn. People tried to take me, wanted to break me, pull at my soul and shame me. Never knowing that I am stronger. I will always fight back.

I may be down, I may get knocked out, but rest assured I’ll bounce right back. You cannot destroy the good in me or God in me.

You cannot take my life and flesh and call it your own. I was a child but now I’ve grown.

I am stronger and I am older, forever bolder because of God in me, not you.

Please don’t take credit you do not deserve. I am free to live as I choose, I am free to rise and free to fall. My choices decide how I live and how I die. I will not give you credit for my demise. I am worthy. I will survive.

Created and born to stand for all, this life I chose is mine not yours. Your toxic delusions, I’ve buried them all.

On a rock I stand. My heart beats for my I AM. There is nothing in this world that can make me fall. Stop thinking you’ve had my all.

©ML Malta 2021

The Evolution of My Soul

The Evolution of My Soul

To become greater than yourself you have to become more than what you think you were. Who are we really?

My flesh lives in fear although my soul simultaneously lives in hope. Entrapped by social fears and financial restraint, I am free to do anything.

Beauty within reach yet so far away. I am in love, but self loathe. I feel uneasy in my own skin. Pain curbs my will and my flesh steals my might. I want to be free, to feel at one.

I proclaim I am clear minded and worry free, yet I ponder after every interaction “am I good enough” “could I do better” for the world, other people, myself and for this life?!

I question myself. Am I trying too hard to fit in? Is it wrong to be better than I was yesterday, to question myself, my motivations and morals? To be more than I was?

Broken throughout time, and yet unjustifiably pieced together with it, I believe there is more to just existing.

Unequivocally irreversibly enlightened. I have more layers than the proverbial onion. Try peeling them back, you may well cry.

My soul yearns for more. I am stuck within four walls and a shell. My body, my home. Life.

Like a caterpillar I await transcendence within my cocoon. I am just waiting to fly.

ML MALTA 2020

Still There

I’m still here. I am lost within myself, but I am still here. I cannot express my truth, but I am still here.

I cannot recall things or people, but I am still here. I cannot be independent and my body doesn’t listen, but I am still here.

I am not the person I was or that you remember, but I am still here. I feel as though I am not me anymore, but I know, am still here.

I forget, yet I am not to be forgotten. I still feel and see, touch and breathe. My words and actions do not make sense to you or to me, but I’m still here.

Please do not forget me while I’m trapped within my walls. I am still here.


– ML Malta