Me, Again
I transcend this battle.
Let these chains fall from my wrists,
May they disintegrate and gather dust.
I am no more a slave to that impulse.
Sighs, this aching soul;
Soon, freedom.
I purge the hunger.
Clawing the sickness out,
These parasitic thoughts find no host in me.
Voices, in the back of my head; whispering to me in the night.
Demons dance within my belly.
Yet, this aching soul;
Home to only me.
This darkness I carry, does not control me.
No longer ill and somehow brave;
These eyes drown the past.
I fight to rise above.
I deactivate these addictions inside.
Overcome, this aching soul;
Now carries liabilities.
Lost in phantasms, I, prodigal daughter.
Alas, the mire; moral ambiguity.
Crawling my way to the surface,
In remembrance of once unyielding faith.
I breathe again, a sickeningly sweet west wind;
Cloying zephyr.
Patience, aching soul;
I metamorphose.
Dawn ‘till dusk.
This fragile heart,
Beats evermore.
Eyes now open.
This quest demands all.
Reaching deep inside my chest,
I salvage hope.
Me, Again.
Heal, aching soul;
We’re found.
I transcend this battle.
Let these scars ‘round my wrists,
Chronicle where I have been.
I am no more a specter in this war of shadows beneath my skin.
Rest, my aching soul;
Now, freedom.
Copyright © Nadia Steel | Year Posted 2015
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