In that place, my heart died.
They were soft, short, and maybe even a little sweet.
But nothing
Had ever been so biting, so cold, or so poisonous.
As she walked off
I could see everything I knew walking away;
My life, my joy, my soul.

Outside it was raining, dark, wet, and cold.
Those raindrops fell.
They were as endless as my tears
and apologies.
It felt like the rain had stopped
But I realized it was only because I was drowning in an ocean.
Dark, it was so dark in there
I had forgotten how to see.
I had forgotten every sensation
Except the frostbite
and magnanimous pressure that ocean put on me.
I thought I had drowned;
maybe I did because it definitely felt like hell.
I sat in perdition longer than I can remember.
I was done.
I had given up.

But someone else wasn’t.
Some little voice in my head told me,
“Hey you don’t stop swimming.”
So I didn’t,
Through that hell,
Through that deep sea I swam,
I kicked, and struggled until I saw the surface
And the light of the sun hiding just behind.
I followed that sound,
That commandment,
To break the surface.
Exploding on the inside,
My lungs and my heart cried
Until I finally broke the surface
And touched the sunlight for the first time in eons.
The voice and the sun pulled me from the waves
And the hell that treed beneath.
It took me up and set me on the land
And told me; “your work is not yet finished, go.”
So I ran,
and I am running still,
I’m running towards the sunset
And toward paradise that awaits.