Ten Days

They tell me to take it easy

Slow down, breathe and maybe

Sleep once in awhile

But every moment is precious

A commodity I can not afford

To spend frivolously

And maybe at the frayed ends

Of my soul, when I'm broken

And cold, and tired

I'll find me, buried beneath the weight of

Everything I've kept away

From the world, and afraid to admit

I'm lonely, because I am responsible

For my current situation, my isolation from

Myself, I let myself fade

For so long, listened to the wrong one

Telling me the wrong things

Now I'm trying to believe

That I could be all the things

I've dreamt, but I worry and

I'm human and

I'm dying just like you

A little more every moment

And I'll admit this isn't

Quite what I expected of

Freedom, being just as free to lose

Everything, as I am free to gain

Anything.

So to those who know only

The boundaries I've shown

There's so much more

To come

For better or worse, I am free

To be my own hope.