I’m drained, I’m lost, I’m stuck in my mind,

Searching for something I just can’t find.

The days feel heavy, the nights feel long,

I try to be strong, but it all feels wrong.

Anger burns, but I don’t know why,

A storm in my chest, a tear in my eye.

I want to go back, but moving ahead,

Means leaving behind the life that I’ve led.

I stand at the edge, torn in two,

One road is old, the other is new.

But no matter the path, no matter the view,

I just want to feel like I’m breaking through.

By Tishkia Fisher