It’s 2 in the morning and life stopped
for a second
to drag me to the dark
side of the room
where the memories
i long hid from
dwell
anxiety
with a quench much like water
soothes
the distinct desire for success
Falling to my knees
Seems
useless when
the bend faded so long ago
These options exist
That require me upright
at all time
No room for the dark
No remorse
for these choices
No pity for these memories
No love for this past
3 in the morning
A wind wraps around me
like the arms of God
I move closer to the window
Closer to the light
One step away from who I was
One step closer to who I shall become
Notions that rise like the sun
Heat through these window panes
Upward like my determination
Walls dressed in purpose
Mimic instead of taunt
A dark corner sits filled with light
Faded memories of a past
that never has to be again
I am sunburned with the breadth of life
bathed in coherent redemption