As I lay in bed watching the sad light filter through the window,

I sink inside myself way deep down below.

With the lonely weeping glow, I drown myself in sorrows,

For I know what follows the horrors of tomorrow.

With the echoes of memories dread ripped from my torso,

I float further away than Calypso and fade into a monochrome rainbow.

As Light and shadow fuse into two,

Chaos brews from within, I don’t know what to do.

I just lay here trying to gather the strength to push through,

To get up and move to another room with a cheerless view.

I move a shadow in the dark coming unglued,

I try to speak, to ask for help, but my voice is stuck on mute.

A gift from the poisonous fruit I was given in my youth,

A portrait of an American Family that withheld love and offered abuse.

I feel like a reused product hopelessly reduced,

Introduced to my inner demons who keep me confused.

In the gardens of gloom, where the crestfallen flowers bloom,

The stench of decadent perfume preys on me from room to room.

In this never ending chasm of despair,

I am but a whisper of an empty chair.

A wandering wind lost upon the air,

A soul broken beyond repair, with the whole universe held in a single tear,

I just lay there trapped in a snare with a weight I can’t bear.

Holding me forever still while everything slowly disappears,

Visions blurry, fading to black, a flickering memory.

Till something catches my attention, was it a sight or a sound?

I was lost so long I didn’t think I could be found,

Hope came back like a sprinkle in a drought.

Blue skies above not a single cloud,

Life came rushing in, dancing in all that was around.

The light got brighter, my breath felt lighter, but nothing I loved better than when I heard the sound,

That fanned this ember to a fire, when I heard my feet touch solid ground.

Shakily I stood, hopeless but tall and proud,

I turned around and walked away from the crowd.

Away from the noise that keeps me down,

Ignoring the voice that says I’ll never be enough.

The longer I’m chained to all these mental handcuffs,

I mold my weakness into tough as I slowly wake up.

I realized that everything I’ve endured both the good and bad stuff,

We’re only teaching me an infinite number of ways to love.

With my feet planted in the ground and my heart floating high above,

I learned that in every moment I’m hopeful to give my hopelessness a hug.

—ŤerryŞalmon—