Running With No End

Who taught you to stop running so young?
Turned your Nike kicks into stilts
You are more balancing act than attraction.
How have you managed becoming complete circus?
My depression is the elephant in the room that won’t stop screaming.
Sometimes my depression is unwanted house guest.
Such a magnificent artist, an actress of sorts.
Performing sorcery and wizardry of words.
Stringing symphonies together of truths unheard.
Fearing nothing in the unknown
No escape between this zone and home.
My schizophrenia is a poem with no words.
It is the most beautiful art no one has ever seen or heard.
But miles away there is a stone heart where I find amazement in the moments of silence
I’ve never been so content with uncertainty.
A hopeless plea with the universe to align stars
Planetary perfection in a world that is always flawed.
There are more words in this brain than storms
Beginning and begging to redefine norms.
But hope…you are never wrong to carry hope.
Even when you are forced to carry it alone.
You are battleship and you will fight..
Fight until every day and every night your victory in your happiness.. is won.