October and May By: Mylinh Nguyen

October and May

 By: Mylinh Nguyen

I

If October is like a bitter pill

that you constantly take,

trying to make yourself worthwhile.

Than May is the rejuvenation of life,

where he has given you a second chance.

Earlier today,

I walked along a long curvy road.

My curiosity takes me within.

Shades of brown and orange surround me.

Each step I take draws me in deeper.

There is no way out.

And this too, a light at the end of the road.

Where the cross glistens in the sun.

Not known where I am, I finally found.

My soul has been awaken for he has come save me.

Once in a dream, where the impossible became possible.

I see myself losing control once again,

try to save myself from this torturous pain,

the devil wins inside me.

II

I never thought that life could go downhill from here.

Where everything was a perfect 10,

where laughter and cheer was always there

and mom’s sweet pie too.

How can you be so high and unstoppable

to you are now? Down in the dumps?

No cheer, but fear.

No pie, just more lies.

Believe me what happen next,

you’ll never expect.

From comforting words and warm hugs,

to aggressive language and slaps on the wrist.

How did I get here?

All alone, faced in the corner. Questioning,

myself what did I do wrong?

Alone in the corner with vicious words attacking me,

I can’t help but to feel sunken.

So buried beneath the dumps that was once golden.

The worst thing you have ever said to me was

you’re nothing but a piece of junk taking up space.

How you could say that to me?

These days I feel like I handing out by a piece of thread,

wondering when it will snap. When am I going to snap along with it?

I feel so disconnect from myself,

in a body that is so called mine.

Who am I?

Listening to a voice inside me,

telling me that I can conquer all,

if I just believe. Believe in him for he

 would not put me to it

 if he cannot get me through it.

Once in October I was lost,

walking and wondering trying to see where it lead me.

Looking in all the wrong places, I try to make sense of it.

But, if it’s not October, it’s May.

I have come to life again.

No more anchors pulling me down.