Coming Back For Me
Twelve years ago
Part of me died
Broken by heartbreak
Shackled to loneliness
Bitterly forsaken
The husk of who I was moved on
Never pure
But most certainly
Tainted
Red veins turned black
Corroding
From within
A deviant in a glass cage
Watched
By countless eyes
Ruthless and relentless they were
Watching me fail
Watching me slowly succumb
The youth in me
Died
I gave into hatred
Regarding every person in my life
With deepest contempt
Saying what I could just to make them hurt
Wanting them to feel
A fraction
Of what I endured every day
I pushed
Everyone who cared to the brink
Where I already was
Because
If death came for me again
All of me would
Finally die
Twelve years later
The missing me
Finally found the glass cage
Holding
The only key to let me out
Beaten and covered in grime
I cowered from escaping
Because
There is no escaping
The horrors of what I have been through
The pain
I put my loved ones through
The damage
I made myself endure
I guess
I wanted to fade into obscurity
So when I died
Nobody cried
But the me on the outside
Dragged me out
And I looked at me again
The tarnished
With a smile upon my lips
And a long forgotten gleam in my eyes
The optimism I had given up
Burning brighter than ever before
A hand
Held out for me to accept
And I took it
Watching the weight melt off my body
As happiness
de-aged my face
As hope
Cleansed the poison from my soul
Definitely older though
With a lifetime of wounds to show for it
And many grays in my hair
But
I began to realize
That part of me I thought died twelve years ago
Was always there
Struggling to break me free
And
By coming back for me
I'm ready
For the next twelve years
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2022
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