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Shiver
I shiver in the cold
In the chaos
Of an impassive world
When the numbness relents
I open the door to discover
A tangled web
Of sadness, anger, hopelessness
Confusion engulfs me
My questions remain
Suspended in the frigid air
Sometimes out of sight
But never out of mind
Always shadowing life
Blocking the sun’s warming rays
I see and hear people
But am surrounded by a bubble
Blocking out everything
Except shallow emotion
I push and push and push
But the bubble never pops
Alone, I live
A full life of emotion,
Thoughts and dreams
This is my life
Everything else is surreal
A dream that’s hard to recall
In the darkest of my days
Horrible thoughts began to chain me
Imprisoning me
In a world that has forever affected me
That shriveled my soul
Into the verge of nothingness
With the darkest dark though
Comes the lightest light
So bright it’s blinding
But allows me to see
Better than ever before
Finally, my eyes are open
In a revelation that holds
The most desperate truth
I have always needed
My bubble burst
The world flooded in
Water purifying my soul
Slowly it grew
A chain reaction
Brought about by light
That now forever rests
Encased in my soul
Intertwined into my life
Sometimes I wonder
How I survived
The draining dark
Will power? Hope?
Or maybe I always knew
My fate
Maybe it was always there
A crouched tiger
Eager to pounce
Rearing to break free
Of the chains
Of the oppressive dark
Maybe there was no bubble
Only a figment of my imagination
Or maybe it was me
Who created my bubble
Who sought darkness
When the light was always there
In hindsight, I realize
How obvious the answer was
Point blank in front of me
But today it doesn’t matter
Somehow I made it
Scared but unscathed
And now, engulfed in warmth
I shiver from happiness
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