i am in prison
but it’s not what you think.
there are no bars.
no chains.
there are no scheduled visitations
except for the demons
that visit me in my nightmares.
and the monsters under the bed
That greet me
When I wake.

Instead, i am
imprisoned by my own
tumultuous thoughts of anxiety
and contrition

i am in prison
made from my own
imaginary friends.
and i can’t seem
to find
release.

I am no poet.
I am simply the product
Of my heart’s contrition.
My emotions bleed
Through my words on a page,
But I am no poet.

The beauty of walking in
the rain is that no one sees you cry.
instead, we are just strangers
getting water in our eyes.

The day I became a superhero
Was the day I chose
To stop loving you
Even though my heart
Craved your presence.

The day I became a superhero
Was the day
I chose to walk away
From your abuse.

The day I became a superhero
Was learning to love me for the first time.