Defrost

Defrost By: Tanejah Staton 12/07/2018 “Unrest of Spirit” Sponsored by Julia Ward Everyday is the same Only the date differentiates these passing days Quiet rooms no one to call Regret, extreme fears, ultimately self-hate Souls a wreck sleep all day but feel no rest Dancing in the graveyard of my dreams in my head Something has got to change Want to stop fantasizing about suicide and death And I know nothing will change depressed in my bed I awake and get dressed Still numb but still moving I’ll free fall off the edge Stepping off the porch I breathe deep eyes adjust to the sun Finally I feel something Calm, accepting, and at peace I won’t be the reason I die before I’m dead