Dark Days

 Somedays used to brim,

with such darkness. 

Often it felt like I might drown,

as war raged for my sanity. 

Rage often raced through me,

feeling as thought it had replaced my blood. 

It would disaperate as quickly as it come,

a bone depth depression taking its place. 

My mind had disconnected itself,

static screamed at me instead.

Days often ended in praying to a deity I didn't believe in,

that it would end. 

Hope seemed to be a lofty ideal,

as I stumbled day to day.

Warmth to chase away the cold,

seemed like it would never come.

Those days seem farther and farther between,

the warmth that feels alien weaves though my being. 

As the static clears as the storm seems to fade,

more and more every day. 

The dawn seems like it might come,

my soul feels like its getting lighter. 

As I have finally come to find, 

the family and love I had been denied.