Genre: Psychological, Dark
Am I healing?
What’s taken place, and what has been. What is no more, what no longer is.
What will be – I do not know.
The climb has been steady, with pitfalls and highs along its way.
The trajectory points up and forward, despite it being impossible to see.
The highs get higher, the laughter gets louder. On the flipside though, and there is a big one, the lows are much lower.
It’s no wonder each day I am comatose. I can’t take the stimulation of the highs as much as I’m unable to take the desperation of the lows.
If there is a middle road, I’m yet to walk it.
Pain is there, as I journey through hell. I’m traversing it, on it I’m balancing, and I’m holding my breath. Because at any time, I might fall.
So. Am I healing?
Things could be how they were. When I had no one, when nothing was all I did have. Hard work has made it better, although the lows contradict and tell me otherwise.
But I’m still here, so I carry on. Climbing, breathing and surviving.
One day I may be okay, one day I may heal. And Until that day comes, despite my tortured soul, I’ll hold on and hang on to the what that may well be:
I am free.