Good

Good 

As the self medicated 

and self imposed 

toxic wastes 

that has been thrown down 

into my mind

by a self empowering depression, 

begins to drain out of me

instead of the terrible torrents that once went in me. 

I smile. 

My lungs 

forgotten and youthful relics fill up 

on air charged from what my heart has awakened. 

The spark of hope 

and the light of trust 

in myself again. 

The isolation and 

my volunteered bravery 

has saved my cadaver 

from my own funeral. 

Blood flows in me 

not out of from my own 

cold attempts of harm. 

The war is not over 

but this victory is huge. 

For I still feel it calling to me, 

like a serpent of temptation. 

But through the hiss and whispers of suicide, 

I hear another voice. 

My own voice. 

My true voice. 

And it simply laughs, 

“ALLONS-Y”