Alive.

I’ve brooded to long,

Frowning every second.

My face’s

Starting to ache.

 

The blood in my vein,

Waiting for a chill,

Freedom

From the dried tears.

 

So I open

A bottle of champagne,

A cake decked up,

Red dressing dripping.

 

The bump in my head,

From last month’s fall,

The scar on my wrist,

Smiling as I groove

Out of silence.

 

The pills

By the bedside,

Bored every hour,

As I grow and heal.

 

Grey paint’s fading,

Never realized,

That  bright yellow

wallpaper was shining.

 

The blanket’s

No longer cold,

Just some

soaked up cries.

 

Never knew

The sun’s warm,

Even on a cold morning.

Or surprisingly

My laughter’s

Pretty contagious.

 

Never realized,

I was allowed.

To feel alive.