Do not ask me if I am fine do not tell me I am
going to come out of this storm alive.
Because to me it is all just a lie.
I fought the demons you told me were going to be
my last you said once they are gone you are free
to fly, but I’m still here trapped inside and there
is no way out there is no light. So farewell if my
eyes stop seeing sight.
I fought a fight I knew I was going to win, just
never thought the light would be so far away.
I guess know I just need to come out of this cage
I will find my way out and when I do. I hope these
wounds in my body heal. If in the dark more
wounds are made follow my blood track if I ever
found the way.
--Iris V., Adult