Life is out there
The ache wakes in me, refusing to be still.
It beacons to be heard, louder than any outside
blurb, plastered billboards, cracked up pavements,
streets that talk of nothing.
I dwell here, old childhood memories yelling in my head.
Near to the precipice of boredom
of a life gone wrong.
Trying to fit in, the Monday morning rat race, the application of my fake face,
telling the world all is fine, inside a war rages-in mind.
Show me the exit, take me to heaven and paradise before breakfast.
I seek to pop and creak, scatter the dust,
unwind the spine, break childhood chains of rust.
I choose another way. I give myself kind words and the tension
begins to fade.
Then again on another day and another day-I do the same...
The years pass.
Born again.
With a fresh yawn I examine the ache,
Check the mirror for the “fake” that used to be me.
But the ghosts have gone, finally moved on.
Eyes bright and clear,
I strike out.
I am free.
Life is out there.
