A desperate question, asked by a friend
Five simple words- “Have you set a date?”
My heart quickened my mind raced
Did you know that queries could be daggers?
Knives that spin and stick in your chest?
Your question was loaded, heavy and stiff.
Did you know when you asked,
Those five words could change my world?
And rock this crumbling boat?
I guess I didn’t know I had fallen so far,
That family friends’ worry,
And I’d stopped wishing on stars
That my mind was stuck in a fog that
Only leads to sad ends.
But your question made my tired mind
Gasp and reach for breaths of painful air
I’m trying not to fall back down,
Trying trying to let hope live within
No, I wont ‘set a date’
Because my cruel demons cannot win
I will fight until the end or
Until the sun rises, over this eternal wound