I think about the times all hell
Has consumed my brain.
Stuck in a thick black tar,
But happy, because at least I was warm.
I have been scared of my fear,
Thinking of the monsters I have nurtured in my past.
But I have set them free and
Now they are lost.
They want me to help,
To feed them,
But I continue down my road
With a shrug and a smile.
They scream from the sides,
But they’re weaker as my eyes grow dryer,
And my chest heaves in peace
Where they once burrowed.
Lily Portman 