As a child, waves of disappointment
carried me far out into the middle.
A body of broken promises
molecules of self-reflection, innumerable.
Dark, desolate clouds contrasted
the glowing of my inner-self.
Beams of enlightenment pierce through my
selfish-critical train of thought.
Heart and soul screaming for a savior
mind begging for a dark enough moment
to allow me to drown in this silence.
Split in two, half carried to shore
the other, swimming frantically against the current.
Pushed onto the land
a stain-glass scaled snake of indifference
holds me together in false contentment.
Pick myself up to weigh the possibilities,
celebrating my ability every step of the way.

 
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