Leaning sideways like i'm holding up the wall
but the truth is the wall is doing the holding.
My ability to breathe has been taken
no longer mine to control
I think I should fight but I don't want to.
Not one reason comes to mind, soooo?
I'm encompassed by the sweetest darkness no pain here no betrayal.
I hear something but I welcome the sound it frees my wounded spirit
I didn't know it could heal.
like a violent shove into Peace at last
I thought i'd never get here.
He found me worthy. How did he know I was broken?
I thought I had been alone born to struggle,
I was wrong.
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