My heart pumps scarlet blood the same way it used to,
And my head traps all the monsters who used to abuse you.
I tend to forget some names, but I never forget faces.
When I think of his, my heart breaks and then it races.
We are all put in cages, yet mine came with a key.
It is up to me to decide if it is a gift or pure misery.
I feel the blood rushing to the surface as I breathe in.
Some people like their rage, but I am done with the feeling.
Still, my chest never lets me down, it tells me I need it,
And my skull jails horrors, but I still go and feed it.
I forgive others, yet I never dare to forgive myself.
My demons will clap when I fall from the highest shelf.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 