In the black of night,
I remain as ashes
tight and comforted
by a feeling of nothing.
I am burnt, I have decayed,
but I still am
And so as I rest in nothing
and look around to see.. nothing
I know I am anything but nothing.
I am ashes.
I am torn.
But I am.
In this dark, I have light.
It’s just that no one else can see it.
Today, feelings have run high. For the past week, actually. I have been mentally tearing myself down. I have been struggling. I’m not myself, but a shell of once was. Then I realized.. it’s still something. I am something. Whether I am reduced to ashes or not, I will have survived. Nothing is more powerful than this feeling.
