Life Ain't Been No Daydream

my love, i’ll be honest,

life for me ain’t been no daydream.

it’s had its fair share of nightmares,

and thoughts of suicide,

and manic-induced insomnia,

and hallucinations,

fear.

but most of the time

i’m able to fight off these thoughts,

fight off these demons,

and claw my way back to the light

even when it flickers, even when it dims.

some days, the weight is too heavy,

but i carry it anyway,

stumbling forward on trembling knees,

telling myself, “keep climbing.”

there have been nights when the silence screamed,

where my own mind turned against me,

where the world blurred at the edges,

and i questioned if i’d ever feel real again.

but even then, i held on -

knuckles white, breath shallow, heart pounding —

because something inside me refuses to let go.

so no, life ain’t been no daydream,

but i’m still here, still fighting,

still writing my name into the sky

with hands that refuse to stay still,

and maybe, just maybe,

that’s enough.