Mine
If I wake up
Each day more of the same-
Tired, stumbling worried.
If I get through
The routine of my life-
Work, study, breathe.
If I forge my path ahead-
If I refuse to walk backwards
(Can I make my life my own?)
If the days run together-
A riotous mass of colors
Like melted crayons
If I shout
My dreams that live inside me
Still unheard
If I whisper about the creeping fears
If I close my eyes against the pain
(Will I make this life my own?)
If I run against the screaming wind
Battered yet still moving
Bleeding yet still alive
Is my life my own?
The question answered.
Life will be-
Terrible, magnificent;
Delicate
Mine.