I try to dream of a time and a place where being alive didn’t mean fight to survive.
Then I learned such a time never existed,
So I built up a wall so high and accidentally shut myself out,
forgetting to leave room for a door to let me in -
So I keep screaming out her name hoping she recognizes who I truly am,
She has yet to answer -
Stuck in limbo,
A prisoner inside my own mind,
Cursing all that made me want to build that wall,
Yet, too afriad to tare it down.
So I scream until my throat becomes raw,
Until I taste the blood on the tip of my tongue.
There’s no where to run,
My body aches from isolation
Deprivation of self,
The ghosts of past lovers roam around the walls from all the times I tried and failed to have them fill in for my identity,
No one to call to,
who would know this isn’t my true form.
For I’ve been this for so long,
It has become all that the world knows of me.
So I still scream her name out until she hears me,
I’ll cry it out; maybe she’ll feel me.
No Windows to escape from,
The air supply slowly running out,
And only I can find the way to break myself out..and that is the most terrifying part of all.
Will I allow myself this one last battle of survival to prevent a war?
Times running out.
And I can barely catch my breath.