What Some May See
I am so very far from perfect.
It is the mistakes that make up my life.
It is a spider’s web, rather than a solid path.
Aiden is the sunlight on me.
I needed to get out of here that day
when the tempest boiled,
but escape is no longer possible
in this state of body.
This body keeps me.
I endured my head exploding.
The thunder echoed, the rains rushed out.
I screamed as I spun, wringing dead my hope.
I threw my legs, one by one,
toward the nearest shelter,
safe and distant unconsciousness.
-kara