I lie.
Forehead touching knees,
Arms clutching legs in agony,
Longing for return to the comfort of the womb.
The pills
Draw me out.
But I hide in sleep
Day and night, to escape the loneliness and pain.
The core
Of my beliefs
Trap me, make me see
Through twisted thoughts, a distorted view of life.
So I look
For the good
For the proof of positives
To love myself, and find my way from the darkness.
I walk
Through rustling leaves
And I catch a glimpse
Of the joy of gathering and jumping and scattering.
And I know
That soon
I will feel again
The ordinary joy of an ordinary day.
