walking

fear reigned in my heart for 24 hours,

devouring my inner flower,

my heart, tearing me apart,

why does it take death to come knocking, for me to wake the fuck up?

I knew I didn't want to die like my father,

I lived in darkness for 24 hours,

the room was dark,

so was my heart,

the first day seems blurry now,

I know love lit everything up,

surrounded by hearts,

I came out of the darkness,

she called me "a walking miracle"

I'm walking...

written by: Frank Hannen-Pantaleon