Life,
A Melting Pot of the Extremities,
Of that which Hurts Me; so much it Heals Me,
Burns me to Cinders, to Black Ash,
Sends me to the End, to where I’m the Most Alone,
Isolated in Everywhere, Isolated in Everyone,
Where I can’t even figure out if Life will Live again in my Mind,
Where I can’t tell if I’ll ever Recognise Myself,
Where the Dark was so Dark,
I thought it would Never End,
Prayed it Would,
Begged,
At the Altar,
Threw a Tantrum,
A Dance of Awakening,
A Fight, a Stance, A Show- Up with Death itself,
A Duel against Death,
Against the Spirit that was Leading me to a Suicide,
Against my Feelings that reminded me that it would never Change,
That we had been here so often,
That I was a Fool for even Trying,
Darkness,
with its Green Eyes,
Its black Dementor-like Presence,
Black, Grey,
The Days all looked the Same,
Cold, Damp, False Security,
Unsafety, Hunger, Exhaustion,
The Feelings of helplessness,
The Feelings of Fear,
Te Unbelonging,
The Cold,
The Cold,
The Hourly Fight with the Pain,
The Hurt, the Suffering,
The Hourly Fight with the Plague,
The Struggle,
Pause.
Now,
Like Day and Night,
There is a Shift<
and Yet,
Throughout it All,
I did Survive,
I do Everytime,
I did,
I Am,
Here I am,
Don’t know How,
Or Why,
Rising from the Ash,
Renovating, Rebuilding,
Don’t know How,
Or Why.