I fell, hard
My inner demons screaming at me,
I drifted, into oblivion,
I let my past and present eat at my future,
I fell, hard.
My mind battled if’s, maybe and what now…?
It held on to blurred image of the little girl dancing in the rain,
The rainbow refusing to light up her skies,
But danced she did.
It’s not real, the meds will make you crazy, and talking doesn’t help,
But I cannot, it’s cold, I am lost.
My body, soul, mind…let go.
Rise, my feet won’t let me.
Sing, my voice is stolen.
Dream, I cannot sleep.
Pray, I forgot how to.
This time, learn to soar.
This time, fall, but rise.
This time, hurt, but heal.
Written by Amogelang Lekwadu
Photography by Brigid Schutz