Willful Release
In this tiny room
the darkness I hide.
In this tiny box
the pain I’ve sealed inside.
Through those little spaces
the memory seeps through.
Through my tired eyes
comes anger I once knew.
In this loathesome moment
my will has given way.
In my lonesome weakness
the dark invades my day.
Through this fated battle
I sway in my decision.
Through these waking hours
I’m filled with self derision.
In one sweeping breath
I breathe in all the hate.
To miss one single whisper
would leave me with this fate.
Through tremendous effort
embracing my disdain;
Within my aching bosom
I hold and love this pain.
In this moment forward
this hurt is part of me.
In this tiny room
my darkness you can see.
