Survival
Head first, I bowled into a brick well
My lungs ruptured as I plummeted beneath my own wake
I had been digging a grave, now my personal cell
I cant make it out on my own, this is hell.
The waters rose above me but I have not died
Somewhere far above, I hear my name
Forgotten by my loved ones and cast aside
They left me here and I weeped and cried
I do not love them
I cannot say I do
They threw me away, their pride, their gem
The pain got to my nervous system
My memory faded in and out of the cold night
My friends and family faces now blurs of blacks and white
Any hope of recovery now clearly out of sight
Up in a peep hole, a beacon of light
Shone suddenly on my face
Something churned in my stomach
And I smiled
A weird, unnatural movement of my lips
And the light lifted me up
Without a single sound or trace
The waters subsided beneath me
The sun glistened upon my breast, I was out of place
I wanted to hide my shame and sorrow
Which had overgrown my once handsome features
My agony white-crowned my head, Mt. Kilimanjaro.
I had wished my way out there
And i'll be wishing myself to stay here
I'll never be the same
I thought life was a game
And lost.
I don't know how I got back in but I'm under the sun
Mending and living, day by day, one by one
I'll go through struggles but not let them take me under
I will survive in the long run
I will survive.
poem by Nicholas Rahming
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