I'm You, But Stronger

As seasons change, so too, do I.

As the five yields to the six, a bell tolls,

Somewhere, for no one but for me.

I digress.

 

My eyes were not fit to believe the world simple.

A tail between my legs, a blemish for all to see,

A tainted being without cause, without reason.

The wounds opened.

 

A labyrinth lay in front of me then, waiting.

With hands shaking and feet unsteady,

I moved to the sound of the toll, afraid.

Waves came crashing.

 

I remember black, and a warm embrace.

All-encompassing, it surrounded me,

Its long arms wrapped around me gently.

A familiar feeling fell on me.

 

“No,” I whispered quietly, unsure of my voice.

I began to shake, overwhelmed by the sea,

Emotions swirling in a cauldron, deep and boiling.

“No,” I called out.

 

Confidence descends more slowly than fear.

Once I escaped my labyrinth, the walls I built,

Shielded myself with, were gloriously demolished.

Clocks began to tick.

 

I began to love again, now free and young.

My inner voice spoke omnisciently, content,

At peace with whatever fortune might follow.

I took a breath.

 

When a path was cleared I ran down it.

No mighty power could stand in my wake,

None without cowardly trembling and tears.

My blood flowed.

 

The six now yields to seven, and I yield as well.

To myself, my inner sense of existing,

The one with a grasp on my surroundings, I yield.

I no longer digress.

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741