"Bright" by Azaleah Goose, Feb. 2021
I don’t want to be
inspirational I don’t want to see the bright side I am not good. I am not okay. I am not “fine, thanks, how are you?” My goals, my dreams have turned into nightmares only slightly more surreal than reality. At night I used to see myself-- now my teeth are falling out and I’m someone else. I’m not where ___(I)___ want me to be (translation: I’m not where they want me to be) But I don’t know where I want to be, who I want to be. But I know I want to be, so that’s progress. |
There I go
again, seeing the bright side. Why can’t I just be confused sad frustrated—Angry —hurt, down. It’s scary down here. It’s unknown territory, here, in the darkness with no light no bright side. “Let your eyes adjust” something whispers, “You won’t get lost. You won’t be consumed.” So I sit in the dark feeling… Feeling my breath, shaky my pulse, rapid my body, tense my body, tired my body, begging for a reprieve I open my eyes, not knowing they had been closed, and find the bioluminescent glow of my dreams returning |