11 Am on a Tuesday
blinking sleep away
the sky still dark
bruise colored with rain
rings around my eyes
and I finally feel alive
sometimes you get kicked down
sometimes you struggle
sometimes you cry a million tears
for nothing.
I've been fighting so long
and I think for the first time
I look at this wall
I've been pounding my fists against
blood on crumbly, red bricks
and i've evanesced into the sky
the nightmare ended
and I return to the soft, grey light
sleeping in my own bed
only a few months
and I feel I have returned to
a child's room,
a child's memories
a child's forgotten dreams.
the world was so different then.
her world was so different.
fighting to break free
she ended up fighting herself
tried desperately to end it all.
I miss her sometimes.
that sad, quiet kid
she never stood a chance
and I the new flame
born from the ashes
of another person
another life
another past
I feel so alive.