Making It

Young Recovery

Blocked by the only way out 
Pressed against the wall 
The smoke rises 
Your lungs become challenged 
Autopilot kicks in 
You hit your knees 
You make your way to that stain glass window you've always admired 
You destroy it with your elbow 
Releasing a gust of smoke out into the streets 
As you climb out you feel relief 
Your cut 
Blood is dripping 
You smile as medics race to you 
All is in slow motion 

You can't even tell if your walking
It's like you're not even really there 
No sound 
All you see are people pointing crying and moving they're mouths 
Again, you hear nothing it's silent