with my heart I have reached a strange impasse
I am trying to ignore my mind at last
to my head I propose some compromise
for at long last I do not pray to die

they can all see that I fight daily
to ignore these voices which call strangely
although I see my life is worth living
they are so cold and unforgiving

where once I walked with their hands in mine
a shallow crossing towards the finish line
I now ache to turn to solid ground
eyes to the sky I want to be found

still their hands tighten on my throat
I fear they will not so easily let go
it's a strange fight when clinging to life
I am constantly told I deserve to die

*© Tara India.