When it begins to sink—

When it pains me to believe

that something won't change even though you try,

And all your words mean nothing

all these words are tossed aside

—And any light I may have carried, drowns

It was a phase we all need to go through.

Some of us learn sooner, others later—

but we will break out into the other side of this.

Take it step by step—

for it's not easy walking on your own.

But it helps to know that the sun will rise

no matter what happens tonight.

—Except certain death.

Maybe it's my sadness hitting me

maybe I'm too afraid to move on.

—Or maybe it's the lights in front of me—

blinding me from what's real.

But don't worry about me.

I'll be fine. I promise.

I know you'll find your way in the end—

just breathe it all away

and know that nothing lasts forever.

—I should probably get off the road.

—Sooner yet, I should find my way back home.

But I'm not lost. Not anymore.

I'm just finding what's real;

And for now, this feels so right.

—The car's gonna hit me, isn't it?

This poem is inspired by Puttin’ on the Ritz and Leo Tolstoy’s War and Peace.