Another life, seen through my own eyes,
The horror of death, every moment of suffering felt,
The sheer terror, the fear, of something I once romanticized,
Laying on the bathroom floor, screaming, desperate for help,
Anything, anything, to return to normal life!
A renewed sense of being rises in tandem with the morning's golden light,
Through the twisted torment of what was once repressed reaching the surface,
A true curse, to have experienced that strife,
A truer blessing, to have seen and learned through it my purpose,
To wake up, to breathe fresh air, I never would have imagined the way they now satisfy,
But the curse of the knowledge brought me a blessing, to know the beauty inherent in being alive.
About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I'm often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair, and dosing snoring sleepyheads with Zyns
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