"On the brink of death is where I stood,
As a mere shadow of my true self."
On the brink of death is where I stood,As a mere shadow of my true self.
My soul was smothered by the darkness.
No lights of myself dare to break through.
Bouts of ire and ignorance power from within.
In denial, I remained, for ages—
My only care-- to ache and starve,
Only smiling at the site of bones
Protruding from beneath pallid flesh.
Dark circles enclosed my dying eyes,
Devoid of light, life, and joy.
What would it take to set me free,
When I wanted nothing more than to stay in chains?
The darkness blocks intentions,
Hopes, joy, and dreams.
It is a thief of love and light.
And yet—before identity
Was smothered beneath the black,
Glistening awareness arose within.
The reality of death seized my mind.
Thus—finally—I chose LIFE.
And now, I’ve surrendered it all
To the rocky path of recovery
But only for a time,
For in the future near to me,
My dreams and joy align.
I gaze into the sunlight
And let it warm my heart—
And the darkness dissipates at last.
By Taylor Venice