sometimes what you see is not real

it takes a shape that haunts you and changes what you feel

past horrors tend to break you; they chain you where you are

drowning in them is what you do; but it isn’t who you are

pushing to the top for air; i gasp as i rise up

i see the light; it shines on through making me erupt

i’m breathing now- no small feat

it’s amazing, i don’t know how

light breeds life; so i push through unfettered by my strife

                                                                                                    by donna marie