I
read a story the other day
Of a
man that sunk beneath the sea.
It
took me a while to recognize
That
the sinking man was me.
Crushed by an enormous cloud,
On
the edge of insanity,
Bereft
of that beautiful connection,
A
prisoner of your negativity.
Oh,
I had fallen so far so fast,
Lost
touch with all I held close,
Banished
from my inner core,
By
far the bitterest dose.
A
pill so toxic and devoid of hope,
It
crushed my soul from within.
Collapsed
my ability to see the light,
That
still burned bright many miles in.
So
many years I drifted through
This
desolate waste of unfulfilled
Fearful
of what was, and what might be,
So
deep was your acidity drilled.
To
be clear, and don't get me wrong,
This
is not a personal deflection
From
the blame and my own complicity;
I
was a conspirator in my own destruction.
I'm
not sure where I found the strength
To
start the battle for my soul;
To
break free from the shackles so willingly donned,
To
cross that bridge of trolls.
But
find it I did, the first few steps
A
path of faltering pace,
Steadfast
yet rocky in their stride,
Focused
on a better place.
And
as I began to make that climb
My
soul began to sing,
Joy
abounding, confidence soaring;
The
fine art of surfacing.
I
had to rationalize how far I'd sunk,
To
embrace my inner being,
To
deprogram years of hurt and loathing,
To
love what others were seeing.
It's
been a journey, it's been a ride,
And
the wheels are not done turning,
But
where gloom and hurt once infiltrated,
Now
lives hope and yearning.
Gone
your yoke of indifference,
Your
words so full of derision;
Replaced
with belief and future thinking,
No
room for indecision.
Positivity
will always win;
A
true heart will always find a door.
A
darkened soul may win a battle,
But
it will never win the war.
You
tried to bury me
And
take away my soul.
But
you lost, game over,
I
refused to pay the toll.
