My eyes were closed. They've been so for quite some time now. Not closed by lids, nor by choice. My eyes were screwed shut by layer upon layer of scar tissue. My eyes were held in darkness, bound by fear and forces of pure negatives. My eyes haven't seen the light of day in ages. It has been so long I forgot that anything existed beyond the screen of pain filled shadowy webs covering my vision.
Today I will coax myself awake. I will search within my pulsing darkness until I find myself. I will call to that abused creature hiding in a corner of my mind. I will speak until my cords go numb, I will shout a cacophony of bright images into the lack. I will sing the melody of my very being until the air fills with a million parts of myself and the vibrating energy of my particles calls my soul back to life. I will merge with that shackled essence of who I am and I will embrace every part of myself.
I will rise once more. I will stand on my so called broken legs and I will smile through my scars. I will drag in a lungful of air and I will feel it fill my chest with electrical life. I will cleanse the inside of my flesh. I will scour every inch of bone, blood and soul until I find every last drop of that damn ocean of poisonous pessimism and I will cough it all back out. I will clean myself of those clingy pieces of darkness. I will banish them into oblivion with the force of the magical power that is my mind.
I will shed my skin. I will unzip that outer layer of ugly scars, burns, bruises and a million other signs of being trampled and I will let the overused skin fall to the ground. I will stand among my ashes and I will shine with a bright new suit of skin. My lessons are beautiful, my hurts, my downfalls, my scars are all too good to be painted in such gruesome names. My life is a story etched into my flesh, it is written in the DNA making up my cells. And it is beautiful. It is not a layer of slashed skin. It is a bright piece of human armor beaten to perfection. The coiled bits of skin I'm standing on are what the darkness made my life seem. But the tough, unique strength of my new outside is what my life looks like in the light of hope.
I will unclench my hands and I will let go of those shackles and chains that were holding me down. I will let the sound of them hitting the ground become the music of my victory. I will let the sudden lightness of my weight lift me against the pull of gravity. I will break free of even the basic laws of the universe. I will stand tall with my newly unveiled eyes shining with peace. I will stand among the pieces of illusion I clung to as the darkness engulfed me. And I will let the light of my hopeless optimism paint all of that pain into beautiful perfection.
Today I will coax myself awake. I will search within my pulsing darkness until I find myself. I will call to that abused creature hiding in a corner of my mind. I will speak until my cords go numb, I will shout a cacophony of bright images into the lack. I will sing the melody of my very being until the air fills with a million parts of myself and the vibrating energy of my particles calls my soul back to life. I will merge with that shackled essence of who I am and I will embrace every part of myself.
I will rise once more. I will stand on my so called broken legs and I will smile through my scars. I will drag in a lungful of air and I will feel it fill my chest with electrical life. I will cleanse the inside of my flesh. I will scour every inch of bone, blood and soul until I find every last drop of that damn ocean of poisonous pessimism and I will cough it all back out. I will clean myself of those clingy pieces of darkness. I will banish them into oblivion with the force of the magical power that is my mind.
I will shed my skin. I will unzip that outer layer of ugly scars, burns, bruises and a million other signs of being trampled and I will let the overused skin fall to the ground. I will stand among my ashes and I will shine with a bright new suit of skin. My lessons are beautiful, my hurts, my downfalls, my scars are all too good to be painted in such gruesome names. My life is a story etched into my flesh, it is written in the DNA making up my cells. And it is beautiful. It is not a layer of slashed skin. It is a bright piece of human armor beaten to perfection. The coiled bits of skin I'm standing on are what the darkness made my life seem. But the tough, unique strength of my new outside is what my life looks like in the light of hope.
I will unclench my hands and I will let go of those shackles and chains that were holding me down. I will let the sound of them hitting the ground become the music of my victory. I will let the sudden lightness of my weight lift me against the pull of gravity. I will break free of even the basic laws of the universe. I will stand tall with my newly unveiled eyes shining with peace. I will stand among the pieces of illusion I clung to as the darkness engulfed me. And I will let the light of my hopeless optimism paint all of that pain into beautiful perfection.
