After I buried the reaper
I danced until my feet bled
Laughed until my throat grew dry
Drank red wine
Then threw it all up again
But that was enough
It proved I was finally alive
I got sick of trying to die
Tired of closing my eyes
Always biding my time
Waiting for my life to start going right
Because it would never be right
Not if it was mine
And when I had dug a grave for the reaper
Truthfully
I first crawled inside
Felt the comfort of the walls
How the world got so small
Now that I'd found the perfect place to hide
But I rose up from the dirt after a long while
With a grimace so twisted my friends thought it a smile
Sure now that I could not sleepwalk into being happy
That, awkward as I was, I must do all my loving aloud if I want to be lovely
Knowing flowers would wilt if not exposed to sunshine or were watered daily
How good must be paid in turn for good folks to learn that good is worth doing
And, yes, when I buried the reaper a part of me perished
A part that I cherished
The part that had kept me safe
One that was hard to hate
In full
But now I am on my own
Stepping out of my home
Scared and ready