
A decade ago, I got trapped in these dark forests,
Hoping that one day I would wander too far.
That despicable goal kept me from being honest,
And mirrors only showed me a falling star.
Little did I know – the devil’s odds were against him.
All the monsters in my skull got too tired to fight.
I grew new eyes and filled them up to the brim,
My broken skin pulled me through the scariest nights.
You see, there is nothing crueler than knowing,
There is no pain stronger than learning you’ll be fine.
It sounds like a bad joke, but I swear I am not lying,
And you know it too if you have crossed the line.
The forests still stand there, awaiting my return.
I have had my doubts and stumbled in their direction.
But one sunny July day the last branch will burn,
And my skin will not need their dire convictions.
-Jackie