The Spiritual Sings

I've just comeback

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