You Carry The Night And All Its Scars Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

It was the year of pretending my wrists were a rink
For the first time I wasn't the introvert
Who found freedom in caging themselves within the four walls of their bedroom
I found solace in being the only living being in my little world
Because of this, I would escape my crowded mind
To ice skate the night away
It numbed the pain, it smuggled a little piece and a little pleasure in my casing

I'd venture into the night
Tug at it thinking maybe when day unveils itself I would be found
But I'm not dawn
There's no assurance that I will show up

When you're lost using your desperation
As a compass to take home
You don't realize you're going deeper into the woods
I was lost in a hopeless place
Being here is a miracle on its own