Plunging into my rootless heart,
with daggers and thorny dreams.
I stagger alone,
my famished thoughts sliced apart,
my senses adrift on tear-speckled streams.
Squirming through pockets of tattered hope,
each laboured smile a convincing fake.
I slip alone,
in futile freefall on a sand-paper slope,
to be mutedly impaled on memory's stake.
Diving deeper into the darkness that I fear,
surrendering the will to feel,
I crumble alone,
though I cannot shed a solitary tear,
and I refuse to ever cower or to kneel.
Emerging from under the murky grime,
clasping the frayed fibres within,
I crawl alone,
out of the anguish of today's slime,
banishing a million tragedies before they begin.
Rising up into the scarred night,
cocooned in the warmth of an imminent dawn,
know the battles that I must fight,
in the coming tomorrows yet to be born.