Stumbling Across the Truth

I wrote this almost a year ago now, and I pretty much forgot about it. I only just discovered it again recently. It seems appropriate for what I’m going through, and what I’m trying to do now.

I run

As fast and far as I can

Lungs screaming

Legs burning

Yawning darkness

Looming right behind me

I reach out

Cry for help

No one answers

I can’t stop

Can’t rest

Can’t catch my breath

Can’t find a way out

Then I hit a dead end

Nowhere else to go

No way to keep running

Stubbornly, I ignore

The darkness breathing down my neck

Focus on flights of fancy

On the universe in my head

But reality creeps in around the edges

And I can’t live forever

In non-existent worlds

So I steel myself

Gather all the strength I have left

Turn around

And face it all

The storm surrounds me

I can’t escape the

Anguish

Pain

Anger

But I do not break

I do not fall

I hold on

To fireflies of hope

To sparks of love

And they keep me afloat

A light appears

Out of the darkness

Growing brighter

Revealing warm faces, reaching hands

All that time

I had never really been alone

I had been blind

Now I can finally see

What I had hidden from myself

That while I have been twisted and bent

I am still whole (not broken)

I am still here (not consumed)

I am strong enough

To make it through the storm

I can live.


© Kyrie Gray, 2012