To Stand

Banging on these four walls
The air vibrates with dull thuds
Slamming offenses between my ears
Short-circuiting my brain
Leaving me lost in the past
Of someone else's memories

         I am not your mistake

Feeling around in the dark
My fingers land in the sticky web
Of piled up crumpled hopes
From your broken-down life
Hiding deep within the corner creases
Is where I make my bed

         I will not be your punching bag

Sunlight fights to creep
through the cracked window
Jumping up upon my feet
Determination floods my soul
Now is the time to breakout
Of this life-sucking prison
No more traveling through
Your dark passages of pain

         You will shape my thoughts no more

Shattering your self-imposed curses
Cutting them free from my being
The blood will dry from the scars
As I do what you never could

         I Stand


(28 Lines)

Written for "Rebel Poetry Contest"  [18+]