Rejuvenation

Every hour I am struggling…
Struggling to act normal.
To smile when I don’t wish to,
To defend when I am all broken inside.
I don’t want to get up from the corner where I lay,
I am okay here,  I need no ray.
Some alone time is all I need for myself,
No consolation,  no conversation, I need no help.
Don’t worry,  I won’t be lost to depression,
I want to remain marooned,  no light,  no attention.
Solitude is the drug I shall consume for now,
Some alone time to think,  to spring up strong.
And slowly I shall breath,  reborn from the left out ashes of me,
I shall fight to stand up to the voices I hear, to breath in the air,  to again feel free.