Returning to the world
I came from,
Looking all around
People
Places
Surroundings

It's all so different
From where I am
Now

It was dark,
Now it's light

It was cold
Now it's warmer

I knew them once
Now, I'm not so sure

This was the place
That taught me
How to fight
For myself

This was the place
That taught me
To hide and
Protect what I have

This was the place
Where I learnt
To walk
Alone

Now, I'm surrounded
At last
By people who appreciate
Me,

In a place
That welcomes me,
Yet
Has taught me
To be able to hide
And share
At the same time

The people in my company
Are people I used to
"Hang out" with
I used to be close with
They're now
Strangers
Speaking a different language
Taller
Quieter
Colder

I take a last look
At the world that I came from
And I left.

When I want to
Embrace
The pouring
Rain

The Sun
Comes out
Warm rays
Shining on
My face

Something
Weighing you
Down?

Don't stop
Don't give up
Run
Faster
Further
Stronger

And once you're
Free,
You'll learn
How to
Fly

Towering giants
Unstable
Slippery footing
Sharp edges
Glass too thin
Handrail too low
Goodness, my legs are trembling
Cowering
Clutching
Struggling
To gain control
Over breaths
Look normal...

Meeting up
In a multistorey
Mall
Looking for mum
In the building
Escelators
Escelators
Everywhere
She's probably
At that shop
At the very
Top

Up we go,
On them escalators
A long long way to go
Heights
Tremors
Just look up
No,
That's the ceiling
Just look straight
At your feet
Keep breathing
Hold on

Up we go
Up we go
Endless flights
Of escalators

Till the final one is passed
Safe on solid ground
I look around
Left and right
Up and down
There she is:
Right at the bottom floor

This is a mockery

The same way I came
The same way I went
Setting my sights
On my slow moving
Target

The way up was hard;
The way down was worse.
So high up
Off the ground
So close up
To the ceiling
Grasping tightly
Nowhere to look
But down
Down
Down

Swaying
Trembling
Feeling like
Falling
The edges will do
Or just simply forwards
Eyes squeezed
Tightly shut
The world spins
How I wish I could
Sit

The long arduous journey
Finally ending,
A leap too early
And we end up
Free falling

It might not
Have been real
But the risk
Is there
Still
And the terror
Exists

I can't express
I can't suggest
I can't stay silent
Yet
I can't present

Not one
Disagreement
Can be shown

Not one
Opinion
Can be voiced

Not one
Action
Can be made

Not one
Item
Can be done

You take one step forward
I take three steps back

Adding
Adding
Adding up,

Pushing
Pushing
Pushing back.

Yet I can't help
But obey
And try to keep
That temper
Away

The perks of texting
Is that the tone of voice
You're using
Is not detectable by some

However

This can also become
A bane

There is irony
In what you do
There is irony
In what you speak

The irony is
Your words today
Might be what tomorrow
You will eat

There is irony
In truth
And lies

There is irony
Reflected in your state
Of mind

There is irony
Most of the time
Unnoticed

There is irony
And it is
Everywhere

But whether it can be
Identified
That is another
Story