It may be two steps back
for every three forward.
It may mean starving
in darkest recovery.
Could see stars pass faster
than your heart beats, but
your time will come.

And though your legs may bend,
they won't break if you don't let 'em...

Will you gasp for air
when madness pulls
you under?
When they drown
your lived experience
in seabeds
of indifference?
Will you paint
another picture
when they laugh
at your art
and your pain,
never explaining
what it all really meant..

© DanGlyn