I lay on my bed.
I can’t even repeat what I said.
I lay there for eternity.
I lay there hoping I’ll see.
What I want to see I don’t know.
But I have to stay.
I can’t get up and go.
I stare at the ceiling.
I can’t shake this feeling.
I can’t cry either.
So I drown.
I sink in the silence and simplicity.
I think of where my heart may be.
Seems it’s been scared away.
Maybe this is karma.
For a bad deed I must pay.
But the pain weighs great.
I try and breathe out my hate.
I try to cry.
If I cry it’ll be okay.
If I cry I’ll feel better.
But I can’t.
I sit.
I lay.
I dream.
I pray.
I hope.
I sleep.
I wake.
One big breath I take.
I step.
I step again.
One more step in the right direction.
Only my future.
No more reflexion.
No looking back.
Only what I have.
Not what I lack.
Just turning the page to see what it holds.
Taking a step.
As my new life unfolds.