Last Words
Trapped
in your own mind
tainted
by societies words
drowning
in a shell of your former self
blinded
by a blackness like tar
it engulfs you
all of you
all that you are
and now all that you've become
is a shuddered breath
a final sob
a clenched handful of pills
but you stop
and you look up
and your breath catches in your throat
amongst the darkness you see something that you thought was long gone...
Hope.
like a new born deer you stand up on wobbly legs
and take a long deep breath
you can breathe
because the former shell of yourself crumbles to dust
you can see
because the blackness that engulfed you now puddles at your feet
but most of all:
you can live.
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