Found

Meghan Bradley Photography

Is it okay to get lost in myself; again?

Feeling as though I’ve just emerged from the abyss,

I have unfinished business to tend to.

Ridding myself of everyone I’ve loved, everything I know,

Friend, family or foe - myself included I have let go.

In order to face my demons in the dark unknown, to wrestle them into the ground,

To spit on their faces and kick their brow — I will put them all to rest.

Bloodied with sweat, tears staining my eyes,

I will see who I am and who I can be, when all that’s left is me and only me.

Do I kill myself to be free? Or nurture the quietest part of my raging sea;

As my veins run blue and not red, the fight is over — The old is dead.

In blood and dirt I am re-birthed,

Here; I am found.