My Being Poem by Maya Trowborst

My thoughts and fears hunting down my sanity, like pack of starved beasts after a petrified rabbit.

My life cornered at the edge of a cliff, the rock filled floor peeking up at her as the waves crash violently against the cliff.

My heart bleeding and gasping for air on the ground.

My hands trembling in fear, both clinging tightly together for safety.

My lungs gasping and starving as they beg for air, burning from the fires inside them.

My tongue, a traitor, lying to live, only to fall limp and silent.

My eyes broken, a clear yet hazy blue. Silently begging for death as the tears roll from around them and down my pale skin.

My guts twisted around each other, praying and begging for this hell to be over.

My mind, once happy and full of life, now dark. Empty of nothing but self hate, fear, regret, sorrow, and shadows.

My being. Twisted and begging for death. For help. For freedom. For a sweet release.Yet at the same time, clinging oh so desperately to life and all the warmth and promises of hope along with it.