After an empty walk down Exeter

Hands in your pocket, my psych spits out bricks

With a steady foundation, seamlessly they build

 

Talks of the quiet city, and hopes for new york

You make a crack into your feelings

But my wall is emerging, and my response hopelessly elusive

 

You escape to your cloud of smoke in open-air

The blacker your lungs, the more consumed am I by your fumes

Then shattered to pieces I am at the sight of you in a heart-pulverizing act

 

Struck immobilized,

Paralyzed and consumed

An empty being, I meander, suffer

It’s misery’s business, exacerbating every care

 

Accumulation of apprehension

Building of trepidation

Oh you, you are foreboding

 

But begin I, to explore the vines

That sprout the pits in my throat

Manically I call for help

 

Then as emotion’s slave

I transform you to art

Depression writes my poems

And paints my pictures

 

Released you are motion after motion, word after word

You’re so transparent, it’s unseen

Though felt it is, the catharsis incredible

 

My fears and insecurities,

Manifested they had been, unimaginably

Face-first I was into the pitfalls

 

Yet you broke down a barrier of my sensitivity

Debunked the code of my naivety

Fueled the spirit of my resiliency

 

So pay you I do, with gratitude

Because when I’m clear, I’m an intrepid force

Stagnant you remain, but I emerge a Phoenix

 

Seeds sown with those waterworks of tears,

But exponentially I blossom

I carve the slate of everything in awesome.