From a concussion caused
By sitting in spaces I didn't fit in
Forced conversations with faces
that don't speak me
I've just comeback
From a heart attack
A shattering shock
Of lies lit to make dark
My light's spark
I've just comeback
From a maze of madness
Whose caffeine high
Got me losing mind
Had me coffin low
The thousandth death super slow
I've just comeback
From carrying my
Guttered gut
Between fidgety fingers
And baseless petals
Of crushed paranoia
I've just comback
From a twisted path
Tabulated by a psycho's math
Who danced to the derivative
Of the absent boundary
of an emptied empath
I've just comeback
From soulache
pain planted
Across acres of past,
present and future lives
My tenses sentence
To a toxic existence
I've just comeback
From written reals
Of tormenting tragedies
That trapped the spirit
In a storm of tears
That bruised being
Would not let droplets drop
The spiritual sings
I'm fortunate to be back
To have grown teeth
Strong enough to chew on chains
And still have enough of me
To dance in rain
Enough sun to outgrow the pain
Enough rhyme to mirror poetry
Enough heart to love me again
Enough life to live beautifully
Enough gut to stay brave
Enough me to make every moment count
Enough soul to make souljourn
The Spiritual sings
Ink-credible things
Like there's no going back
And to read this poem
Anytime any dreadful demon
Calls me back
