I have forgotten that the world is smiling
That my dreams don’t fit through any doorway
And my spirit shines brighter than the sun
I have forgotten what it is like to love
And have adopted cynicism as my coping mechanism
I have forgotten that strangers are open
And friends are available
That poetry is therapeutic
And that prayer is healing
The spark in my heart has dimmed to a flicker
Trauma now blankets my fears
And isolation is the only place I find solace
The sky is not weeping yet I see no sunshine
The path is clear
Yet I stand stagnant, stuck, still, uncertain
waiting for something that isn’t coming
I am lost in the translation of my own identity
I am not who I believed I was
And I am not who I wanted to be
But I am human, genuine, beautiful
Authentically confused
Uniquely disturbed
And daringly open to smiling again.
Writing again.
Living again.