Dayspring

Dayspring

Finally, I’m high enough to look down.

Do you love me now?

I wanted something real,

But took a love that was conditional.

I wanted to be unique,

But settled for a life that was traditional.

Another Discovery too late.

Another truth too vague.

But if the Devil is in the details

Then all the Ignorant are Saints.

I was too weak to do it alone,

But too selfish to share.

Too old not to know the consequences,

But too young to care.

I wanted to save us both, but you tried to pull me under.

The apologies you owe me, I can’t fathom the number.

Yet, this isn’t an account of damages dealt.

This is the eulogy for my past-self.

The part of me I left behind,

The You that will always haunt my mind.

Goodbye.

Finally, I’m the real me.

Hear me when I say,

I’m happy now.

Finding peace in empathy.

Because we all fight battles that others can’t see,

Make promises we can’t keep,

And pray for words we can’t speak.

We forget that to be unique is to be alone,

That a Suburban Cage is not a home.

We confuse self-abuse with Growing Pains,

And pretend that love can’t have more than one name.

But if all of this rings a bit too true,

Know that it’s never too late for you.

There’s always another stranger to make a friend,

Another beginning that follows the end.

Just chase that future, no matter how far,

Because only by accepting who we were,

Can we come to know who we are.

Now fight through the night to embrace the break of day,

And although our world won’t be fixed by another cliché,

Together, let’s dance in the Dayspring,

Because the bruises make us colorful and the scars make us interesting.