The dark is all too familiar to me, so I sit and wait.
I don’t seem to remember why I was waiting in the first place.
Take these chains off I can feel it’s weight on my arms, how long have I been in these?
They seem to fit like they belong there, adorned on my frail hands.
It is not a trophy. A trophy is celebrated and shiny but these are grey and dull.
Why am I here? I don’t mean the dark but in this time and space which feels dark after all.
The storm raged, it rained brimstone and hail. The universe seems aware of my captivity. A ray of hope glimmers.
This time I waged a war against myself.
I choose me, then the world.
Only I can break free.
It’s time.
®️Whitney Alexander