I’m afraid to write that you don’t understand
this is something that even I can’t brand,
the emotions and these thoughts
They’re a poison-
they’re a poison-they killed
they killed my soul and they killed my heart.
Months.
Years.
Contemplation was the only thing I had known,
The thing that made me say:
“I have the power to kill,
i could —”
the time came and the options laid in vain.
Goodbye to this test
because I knew I’d never rest.
A greater voice had come
with the power of love,
the power of joy,
the power of something I hadn’t been taught.
Here I stand,
like the statue reminding the people of potential power
to overcome
I climbed and climbed
to the today of tomorrow.
Going back,
rereading the pages of the past,
being told to relive those moments.
I’m afraid to write that you don’t understand.
The days of yesterday,
they were a cage that I will never name.
The ink that was spilled,
it is meant to forget.
Yes, the letters can still be seen,
because I know it still makes
me
who overcame and overcomes.
me
who has found a new reason to run
me.
Running forward and never back.
I’ll jump those hurdles.
I’ll win the gold.
But never.
please.
never
please
Don’t put me back.
Removing the freedom of someone who has flown.
It’s being stranded at sea,
no food or water to be seen.
It’s being choked,
knowing the person can stop
but knowing that there will be no more breaths to breathe.
It’s being locked in a room all alone,
four walls and a bed
slowly, and surely, becoming brain dead.
I’m afraid to write you don’t understand.
but this is it
