|General Poetry posted October 18, 2012|
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The Rough Journey of Survival
Life in a Cell
As I sit in my cell, I feel trapped in my own isolation.
When I become depressed, my mind loses control as I lie on my bed.
As I imagine what life is like outside the gates of hell,
I feel like time is ticking by slower and slower.
No matter how much I sleep,
the clock still moves at a slow pace during my unconsciousness.
As I try to calm myself,
all I can think about is dying by a blade from someone else’s hand or my own.
I continue to survive because survival is my only option in order to see the sight of the free world.
Years ago, I was a rebel with many dreams,
But I was a depressed person with no self-esteem.
When I judge myself today,
I view myself as a beautiful flower blooming each day.
Instead of thinking like a pessimist,
I now believe in hope as an optimist.
I no longer live in a dark cave where there is no light;
I live in a place where the sun is bright,
So I can see the world as a glorious sight.
Thereare moments when I feel I am walking a lonely path.
My mind travels from reality to an unknown place.
I am considered abnormal when mymind is in a distant land.
I fear this state of mind as I struggle to get back to sanity.
When I return to earth, my mind is as sharp as a knife.
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