Oxy

In the stillness of a fading twilight,
A heart heavy with unspoken fears,
I wandered into shadows of my mind,
While hope lay down, drowned in silent tears.

The room was cloaked in a somber haze,
An echo of laughter, a flicker of light,
Yet solitude wrapped me in its cold embrace,
While demons danced, preparing for flight.

Bottles lined up like soldiers in wait,
Their promises whispered, a siren's call,
I sought their comfort, an escape from the weight,
The burden of living, the rise before fall.

Oxy, sweet promise, a temporary balm,
You offered me solace, a veil for my pain,
But masking the hurt, you lured me to calm,
Then shattered my soul in the throes of disdain.

With trembling hands, I opened the door,
To a refuge I’d sought, in the dark of the night,
A concoction of solace, a desperate war,
As I swallowed the pills, seeking final flight.

I watched as the world blurred into a swirl,
Thoughts tangled and twisted, a labyrinth deep,
In moments, a thousand emotions unfurl,
Yet soon I surrendered, and quietly slipped.

Into a silence deeper than night,
Where sorrow and anguish conspire in dreams,
Yet somewhere inside, a flicker of light,
A whisper of life, a thread of soft beams.

The rush took me under, a tide pulling fast,
As echoes of voices began to recede,
My memories faded, the die was cast,
Would the end of my story arise from this need?

But in that dark moment, a greater force stirred,
A memory brushed past that held me awake,
A fleeting reminder, sweet laughter, unheard,
Of moments that mattered, of love's gentle quake.

“A choice,” it insisted, “not darkness, but grace,
Reach out for the tether, don’t slip from this life,
There’s warmth in the chaos, a tender embrace,
Hold on to the glimmers, to hope amid strife.”

And so I awoke, amidst shadows of shame,
Gasping for air, clutching remnants of strength,
Here in this struggle, I could feel the flame,
The light that persists, though it feels at arm’s length.

A journey untraveled, a path made anew,
With scars that tell stories, resilience in fight,
Though the night may be heavy, a storm to break through,
I choose to rise, to reclaim my own light.

In sharing my story, I shed the night’s cloak,
For others who wander down roads paved with pain,
Let’s whisper together, hold each other close,
And remind every heart that it’s never in vain.

There’s beauty in existence, fragile and true,
A tapestry woven with laughter and tears,
So hold on, dear kindred; for me, and for you,
In this dance of survival, let’s conquer our fears.