Brightest Crayon In The Box Poem by Axley Blaze

Years pass, years gone.
Singing the same bluesy song.
Vivid presence, but deadly hesitance
No reliance, shattered dreams
Down, I fell, I bled and screamed.
I tried so hard to pursue it.
Life, I mean—I wanted to do it.
I find it arduous; I find it tragic.
I find it abused,
Ignored for its magic
I always needed;
To question more
Persistently asking—
How and why, and what for?
Wanting answers, needing guidance.
Searched for eons
Couldn't find it
I stand today, I stand and say
I refuse to be exterminated.
I will not be terminated.
Among the ruins, stomped, defeated
I will swear my cause, never retreating.
No white flags, no more shame
Shed the Cimmerian name
I am here now, and I am breathing.
And, for the first time,
I look—and, I'm seeing;
truth in existence, the apodeictic reason
To deny it now would be treason
Now I shine; yet aphotic but bold
I stand up, no longer cold
No longer shivering, no longer freezing
The ice dissipates as I enter a new season
And, whatever this is—
I now choose to hold it
I've decided to use it
To shape and mold it
A revival here
A resurrection
The slaying of dis-ease
Yes, the death of this infection!


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