ALIVE

All alone in a room of many, staring eyes fall over me,
Though my breath had never spoken, all the horrors I feel they see,
The staining of my body and the ravaging of my soul,
Just to make it without running, my all encompassing goal.

Black lashes pinched with wetness, dimpled cheeks to catch my tears,
Hollow eyes once full of light, now dry and lifeless, harbored fears,
I cry a barren cry, "OH GOD!", my voice hoarse and near retreat,
When purity rang throughout my being, my truth I got to meet.

A beckoning home, my knowing soul, pulls me into I,
A swell of wholeness deep within, a new impassioned cry,
Entranced in thirsted love, and fully freshening my air,
"ALIVE", now so alive, again and light within my stare.

- Ryan Roxley