I have travelled a long way here

It started with a silent kind of emptiness,

The kind that echoes of childhood fears

Of midnight blues drowning amongst the tears.

Tis may sound dramatic I must confess -

To speak of looking to the azure sky

Listening to the dull grey-melancholy of rain

Hoping simply for it all to stop, the pain

of a monster that spoke only lie after lie.

Still, decade after decade, that was life for me.

Haunted by whispers of a path trodden alone;

destined to spend my years amonst rain and snow

with only my monster and I, like a rowboat out at sea.

Until one day I found myself at a precipice.

Only twenty one with a handful of blue pills;

A glass of water and a tear-stained note on the windowsill.

The monster gleefully pushing me into the abyss.

But I didn't want the abyss, I wanted sunshine.

So I fought and fought and fought.

I called for help, I bought a pair of yellow running shoes.

Week after week, I met with my guide

who swept aside the thorns and illuminated my way out.

That was when I started taking naps amongst the daffodils.

Now I wake to the lush loam of emerald moss,

Where sprites play and leaves whisper soft -

I have travelled a long way here;

to be amidst the wildflower meadows and the forests

coloured in shades of strength and vitality.

so that I would see that I am Whole.