Leaving Therapy
How good it feels to be alive
again...
to pull the bedclothes
over my grave
and put that part of me to rest
once and for all.
I can stroll down the streets
and see everything you see
but breath my own air and
think my own thoughts...
it's called independence.
It's called a new chance!
In the mornings
I step out of the shower and into the steam,
aglow with pink baby skin.
I'm still me, but I'm new.
Wrapped in the words of someone I never knew,
I am no longer a story
but my own character.
Here in this cemetery I'll honor
those who never let it go.
When it's my turn to go past
the point of no return,
I'll dance around the stones at dusk
and call it morning.