Days and Lives

I pretend I was never here

I drift and drag my wings

I stare in blankness at intrusions

like walls and memories.

I turn the corners of my mind

I close my eyes in fear

I broke myself in an accident

involving and lies and tears.

I count the days

I count the ways

the lives and loves I've lost

I bring you down

I watch you drown

In the mirror

That time forgot.

But pits have floors

and cages have doors,

when hope is all you have.

The sun comes up

and fills your cup

with rays to sooth and salve.

A poem that seems dark, but speaks of hope and finding new peace when you are at the bottom.