Used to think I’d be better off dead-
dark little fairies danced visions of dread-
freeze frame captured a bullet to the head-
where others saw pink I only saw red.
Used to be blinded by a veil that was dark-
living each day just to check off the mark-
a “to do” existence had lost its spark-
a downward spiral became my arc.
But I’m done running & ripping & drifting around-
done stumbling & fumbling & falling to ground-
done grumbling & griping & mumbling each sound-
off a last second shot snatched one more rebound.
Sure I’ll stagger or stammer or slip on my way-
as I still learn my lines & my part in this play-
no more running the tape seeking when to replay-
my mind’s stuck in present at the end of each day.
Only black that I see is a deep dreamless sleep-
only red is the sunrise after alarm calls out beep-
only time I may fall is from taking a leap-
only loss is my love that I’ve learned not to keep.
Only bullets I spray are my words in the air-
only blood is my passion in front of you bare-
only voices and visions compel me to dare-
to start living & laughing & lighting a flare.
Just a spark in the dark can provide enough light-
just a lift off the canvas keeps me ’round in the fight-
just a change in my mindset got me living life right-
opened my eyes and discovered new sight.