Anatomy of an ‘I’

There is a monster in my mind
In between layers of grief and guilt it hides

There is a story in my eyes
It’s tells a tale of misery I couldn’t avoid

There is a cry on my lips
Silent as the night, every now and then out it slips

There is a tear on my cheek
For every misery that I once chose to believe

There is a pain in my heart
That chooses its moments, that chooses its path

There a knife in my back
From all those who left it there intact

There is a slowness in my step
Its asks why I walk when every milestone is regret

Because there is a magic in my soul
Making me endure, telling me that I am meant to be more.



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