Stuck between the sheets,
I forget to breathe sometimes,
held hostage by my pit of self-pity.
My fingers are numb, burdened with the fear of what’s to come.
My ears ring with the voice of those I love, in the darkness, they are my white doves.
I’m chained to my bed, left wondering about all those who left.
Caged within myself, I peer at the others out of their shell.
Scared to leave mine, I envy them for being fine.
Breaking out of my cage, I’m reborn with rage.
Falling was all too easy; healing is not all that breezy.
The sun shines through my translucent curtains,
as my burdens lessen,
and my shackles loosen.
Yellow; the colour of hope they say,
it’s another day, and I will not be led astray.