There comes a time in
everyone’s life
Where the nights seem
too long
And the days seem too
short
Because you’ve slept
through them all
Cause you strain your
eyes at night trying
To figure out how many
times a razor
Has to scrape across
your wrist
Before the scars look
intentional
Calculating how many
times a day
You can flash freeze a
smile in front
Of the faces of well
intentioned friends
Who could never know
any better
Before it looks like
you have botox in all the wrong places.
How many times can you
attribute the gut wrenching hurricane
Wreaking havoc in your
stomach
To sudden onset nausea
Before you the divulge
the difficulty
Of determining the
amount of time it would take
For those who
pretended to love you to disappear
Into the sun bruised
horizon
Away from the
train-wreck that has become your life
Fascinating to watch
from a distance
Heartbreaking up close
Unbearable under any
circumstance
And as the sun glints
on your broken glassjaw
And sets on top of
your twisted metal spine
Night falls like rain
Filling your nostrils;
clogging your throat
Invading your bones;
rocking you gently
Into the comfortable
sigh of anticipated disappointment
As if forecasting
loneliness was something to be proud of
While death begins the
final march into the triumph of your threshold
You must realize
Your bones are a
weather battered memorial to the small victories
And large defeats that
have shaped your soul
Your body is a temple
And you are stronger
than the darkness storming your hallowed halls
You are stronger than
the darkness storming your hallowed halls
Part the puffy clouds
of your lips and release the sunrise of your smile
Pull yourself up from
the horizon of depression
Bruise the sky with
your light!
Each breath you take
is a cosmic demonstration to the success of the
universe
A testament to
progress
A scripture of
laughter
So laugh
Laugh till your sighs
become ridiculous
Laugh till your tears
are no longer dripping with the shame of someone who
hides their pain
There is nobility in
hardship
And salvation riding
the spine of every crown of thorns you bear
But that kind of
serenity can only be attained by
Opening your eyes
Looking in the mirror
And saying:
“I can respect that.”
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