It would appear that I walked into this world so blind and remote,
There was no discussion to my creation not even a vote.
I was born into an existence, I did not wish to breath,
But who really chooses their beginnings,
It’s a start we cannot concede.
And as the pages of my journey turn,
It would appear they piece together like some indigenous piece of art,
Where not one emotion could propose an evocative response,
In my lacklustre organ of a heart.
I feared for a future that would sanction nothing but a dull depression,
An empty soulless life,
It was some penance I was paying,
A sin so vulgar it deserved an insidious price.
Beneath the celestial skin was a carnivorous ache,
Where I faced chains, I was too weak to break.
An amalgamation of every pain that had spited my dreams, hopes and loves.
As I hide deep within the salvation of my covers.
The nightmare stood all too real in my mind,
Oppressing all the good from the air,
If only such feelings were so rare.
Numbness spread through the brief days and the endless circle of nights,
It was when I set my eyes upon you…
That my heart was set alight.
The blazing flames encompassed my ever degenerating senses,
Evoking new hope,
You to me are my genesis.
These offer to me a peaceful sanctuary,
To the unruly force of nature that was thrust upon me.
The moments and memories we share,
Drive me away from all elements of despair.
It’s for you I now live my life.
Forever grateful that I found you,
The very reason for my survival.
© 2012 Alana Bembridge