Anger and sadness, a heavy, endless sea,
A shadow of something unholy in me.
I try to tame my shame, but it grows like a vine,
A map drawn in pain I’ve learned to define.
It circles and cycles, relentless machine,
The same jagged shadows I’ve always seen.
But joy surges up like a fast-rising seed,
I’m reaching for stars ‘til my fingertips bleed,
The world is a blur at a terrifying speed.
I’m a god, a king, electric and bright,
Dancing on glass in the depths of the night.
Who needs sleep when you’re chasing the sky,
A beautiful, dangerous, shimmering high.
Grief is a slow burn, imploding within,
Then anger erupts through the cracks in my skin.
This is the game I am doomed to play,
Wild and untamed, come what may.
In the echoes of pain, I search for rest,
With a heart still beating a hole through my chest.