Finding myself looking through

these pictures I drew one day

 

But soon I realized that they 

were all black and white in some way.

 

Black for dark cold memories

I often wonder why 

they deeply decieve me.

 

trying to find a place in my 

mind where I could escape 

but becaue of all anxiety, mental

destress thats inside, there 

is no more space.

there isn't a day where I don't think about

 the chaios, the confusion, going on in

 my head.

 

For some reason I keep going back 

to the moment when I felt free, calm, but as you 

could probably see it seems as if 

those days are over for me.

 

I closed my eyes and I continued

to see white. 

WHITE everything, so it gave 

me a chance to WRITE, about what

I see in SIGHT and pray that someday, DESPITE all that I go through

I will put in all my MIGHT.

-Markia Moton