Expurgated Poem by Tiffany Walters

I’m paralyzed now but as the clouds surge aimlessly by, I reel with them, beyond my own self-control. Draped in nothing but the darkest of nights, I surrender... to nothing. There is no need to suppress any words, not even any kind of self-deprecation I muse, no pleading to stay where I once was. There’s no more air, I appear to be going in no sort of direction. I’m silently waiting, unable to breathe, suffocating... I’m beyond drained of energy, too dark to even see....I appear to have lost my place in life. Patience running far too thin. This affliction that has become such a part of me. Somehow, in this twisted oddssey, I’ve been living each & every day as if I’m already dead. I need to allow myself to finally awake, awake to this other existing realm that I know to be out there, somewhere. Waiting, waiting for me to find. Life will not progress until you’ve taken from it what it is trying to give. The ignorant and vain will remain as such and will never hear these words for the truth they contain. I summon up the strength & impulsively take a dive. The sunlight hits my face & corrupted I’m suddenly exploited for all to see. The stagnant pool within the barren wasteland of my creation in which I had floundered for so long has all but subsided...and I can finally breathe. The tingling sensation of my awakening is posed to consume, allowing doors once thought permanently closed to swing wide open, off the hinges, as I rise from the ashes of my former self. I have never been a product of normality, nor would want to be, but I can say with the utmost confidence that I’ve at last, broken these diabolical shackles that were once imposed upon me....

*Each situation and experience in life is a lesson being taught to you and most have just simply closed their eyes...