From Nadir To Zenith Poem by Aaron Lynn

At the zenith of my being,
I can see a light ahead.
Illumination slowly rises
From underworlds of pain and dread.

The blackened nails release their vice
And free my weakened soul.
The vile hand now bursts into flames
And warms what once was cold.

That fire seeps into my chest
And burns all trace of doubt.
Pessimism falls to ashes
As a whole new outlook sprouts.

At the zenith of my being,
I've restored all that I've bled.
Disrupting the fatal cycle
That would have ripped my heart to shreds.
At the zenith of my being,
I'm no longer hanging on the edge.
I ascend onto the cliff
And walk away from death instead.
At the zenith of my being,
I remember all I've said
As I chuckle at life's coding
That I foolishly misread.
At the zenith of my being,
I feel the sunrise overhead.
Depression has been defeated
And to misery: I unwed.