Out of the Shadows
Mouth dry, face numb.
My eyes feel like exploding.
Back and forth between dark clouds,
halfway between heaven and hell.
I'm tired of fighting. I need a hand.
The feelings are toxic and soul destroying.
Trapped within the labyrinth of this betrayed mind,
I'm under attack from an unrepentant enemy.
Elements that speak of decay and decline.
A supernatural infused horror.
Snapped bones, smashed noses, inhumane experiments.
Human depravity and cruelty on such a vast scale.
Desperation, self destruction, exhuming loathing and fear.
Renouncing faith through vile persecution.
A sickening procedure that hasn't been without its casualties.
This is certainly no place for the faint of heart.
Yet, like a modern day Lazarus,
I continue to count my blessings each and every day.
Yes, this is the measure of my God given lot,
but nobody ever proclaimed that life was to be easy.
Persevering against the odds,
It's time to step out of the shadows.
Digesting truths, no more secrets.
Space to rebuild the Spirit.
Journeying towards acceptance and understanding.
Never allowing the darkness back into the realm.
Maybe that's why I'm a Survivor.
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