In two-thousand-nine
my life was sublime…
Feeling finally whole
after such a long time…
But it wasn’t to last
and it wasn’t to stay…
I learned to survive
and forgot how to play.
Survival is fine
when that’s all you’ve got…
In two-thousand-ten
that mattered a lot…
But just hanging on
isn’t really like living…
Just understanding
is not like forgiving.
In twenty-eleven
my world fell apart…
I lost all that mattered
to me and my heart…
Yet still I survived
as a ghost of myself…
Until love brought me back:
I became someone else.
And that someone else
left in twenty-and-twelve…
And I left life behind
that I could save myself…
But there’s life and survival
and I’m caught in-between…
Perhaps I’ll choose life
in twenty-thirteen.
Written by Jason Wright
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
