Alive

I wrote this the week after the accident...

i walk

            i run

into my parent’s room

im home…

            i am home

and i am

and i almost wasn’t

but i am

 

there’s only so many

            so many times

you can say f**k you

until you understand

            until you comprehend

that it’s over

 

he almost took me

            ripped me

from my parent’s room

this night

this night…

            and every other

and f**k you

 

but im sorry

and im sorry

and that isn’t

            isn’t like i almost was

helpful

 

there’s only so

so many times

until it turns

            to thank you

 

thank you

and so much

for keeping me

            here

here in my parent’s room

Author's Note

People probably won't understand the style of this. I wrote it when I was fractured and confused, and therefore it too is fractured and confused. The style is symbolic of the writer's mindset at the time.