Back to Me

I had to learn to be born, 

more times than I wanted 

resurfacing from the ashes of fear 

with havoc from an unrecognizable past 

and facts of a reality

made for everyone else-

Weeping from their eyes 

adding to the guitar strum in my throat;
I stirred in a nightmare that wasn't mine, 

waking up to know I have seen the sunrise
of one life
seven times;
I have felt its sunset close
both sparks of lights and darkness, fireworks hard to see,
clear to feel.
All simple discomforts, when compared

to looking in a mirror and seeing someone else wave your hand, use your mind...
Let's not begin to relive that part of this story,
All is summarized in the fear of being helpless,
but let me continue confronting the ghosts of oxygen,
with their hands as wings,
I'll never unlearn how to fly
over this dreaded solitude-

Under the faith of the ocean,

I had to learn to believe

time and time again,

in a mysterious world 

where hate ceases to be

and love surpasses it all.