Survivor

Grappling to find the will,
the will to survive.
Outstretched,
my palms lay flat like the corners of my mind.
Inside,
a sweet solitude I find.

Without doubt,
there are no questions.
I am left unhinged and free.

Safely, I hide.
Left alone,
uninhibited by time.
The quiet soothes me.

Shadows dance lazily across the ceiling.
I blink once, twice.
It's shape sparks a flicker of memory.
The quiet swiftly stirs

A sharp pang rattles my skull.
Voices begin to grow deafening.
Worry deepens the furrows in my brow.
Thoughts, here, are a dark plague.

The struggle is within,
within my mind.
I must find the will,
the will to survive.