I Came from the Worst of It, but I Became Me Because of It.

She looked into the sky

It felt like it had been years since she last greeted the expanse of air

with more than a grimace and half mooned eyes.

She supposed that living inside her own cage of a body

was what she had condemned herself to

for the rest of her life.

When she was younger

less jaded, less hard.

She would tell her friend

that she sometimes felt

things so deeply

they sang in her veins.

Molding to the words she spoke,

to then float away,

to be released from the body.

Then,

for a good while,

there was a storm

that drowned out the music.

Her words stopped trying to find their release.

She had no way to escape the feelings.

So close now,

trapped music with no audience to be found,

just loud turbulence.

Where she could barely hear the words leaving her mouth

trying to escape the tin of her thoughts.

They became angry, harsh and scared

as if her own soul turned itself against her.

She became a woman

who was only as deep as her lead tongue allowed.

I am still unsure,

how she was able to find her way back.

I still cannot believe it when I look at her now.

She speaks to her soul regularly

and she gives pieces of herself,

but only so much that she can bear.

To continue to give in the day to come.

And the day after.

I think you know this woman.

I think we all do,

In one way or another.

You see,

I was her.

And thank God I was.

Because now,

I get to be her and me.

Finally me.

Thank God,

I found me.