What if life were a glowing light

that shown through death and cut the night?

Where then would it go if I were to die

would it flicker out or maybe hide?

Would my lungs fill with dust and my heart fill with stone?

will my demons give up and leave me alone?

they sing a great chorus inside of my head

they aim to torment me until I am dead.

They strum on my heart strings and play on my bones

they pull on my veins to produce tragic tones

they drip liquid sadness like an IV in my blood

their cyanide words make my food taste like mud.

If life were a light would it feel warm on my skin

or would it erase my history of sin

I am caught in a storm I did nothing to start

and your haikus of hatred are pins in my heart

but I will not quit and I’ve gotten this far

I’m painted in bruises and bathed in my scars

you have not won, the light’s still in me

For I will survive and grow like a tree.