Breathe Again – Day 55, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Blank pages,
For me,
Are oceans of solitude and solace I can drown inside of,
With a smile I can’t find elsewhere.
The susurations of loose-leaves falling on my deaf ears,
Vibrate the kind of love I look for in the palms of another.
Palms I wish I was holding on to while surrounded by so many doctors smothering my faith,
For a brighter day,
With the possibilities of death I was forced to face…

I gave my dad a ring,
But,
He blocked my number.
My mom showed uo to recount ny failures when all I wanted was somebody’s help to recover,
From what wasn’t tragic to anyone I thought was a friend until the days of our slumber.
All alone,
I was,
On a bed I believed I’d never be on as I prayed until my eyes fluttered with,
Peace…

Peace I made,
With the chance of leaving Earth without ever feeling any kind of pain.
Pain I thought I could mask with a cloud of smoke,
Till it faded and revealed my undying fate,
Of the disappointment I became
In the eyes of everyone too exhausted to face,
A man haunted for what feels like eternity by his own mistakes…

Thise bags under their eyes?
I figured,
Was what I should’ve been zipped inside of as I laid disfigured.
But,
Turns out I wasn’t made to be a quitter.
Why lay defeated and die,
When I could rise and be one with a sun that glitters,
Hope regardless of how dark it is within us?…
The light?
I could not avoid,
With a voice in my head screaming,
“Don’t you dare give up!”
“Get up and feel the warmth I provide in a cold world you’ll never stop being sick of…”

My faith was,
As thin as the middle of an hourglass close to its last grain of sand,
So,
I listened,
Making sure to flip it over and take a stand,
Since no one else stepped forward for me,
Accepting how I’ll never have the ability to forsee what’s coming…