Alayna Welker

An overwhelming darkness—
so cold and so vast.
But, there are cracks along the walls.

Slight streams of sanity—
a faint white light,
visible only for a little while

The old madness returns
as the sun sets
and night is over me once more.

Breaking, scraping—
I’m straining for the light.
The cracks are widening.

Red pain and blackening skin…
There are now cracks on me;
but, the wall is free.

New clarity floods in.
Moonlight and darkness together,
opposites sharing the sky.

I’ve learned I’m like the sky—
Pain is what kept me hostage
and yet, Pain is what also set me free.