At fifteen I found myself staring deeply at a ceiling barely visible. My mind was clustered with delusions of uncontrollable outcomes and my reason clouded with tears.
I had no thought of farewell;
A single letter could never convey emotions for the ones I love. I saw no solution to the inevitable course of my life.
I was destined for greatness among shit circumstance and a declining mental state.
The rope holding me up kept getting tighter,
and with a mouthful of medication the pedestal at my feet turned to ash;
A broken neck exposed in a failed attempt. Five years later I find myself lying in the same bed,
studying a pattern so complex my mind gets lost.
The man I love sleeps soundly beside me And the distant sound of the cat’s late-night
mischief plays downstairs. My mind is in a daze, past problems and those of late swarm the
filing cabinet that is my life.
I am barred beneath the weight of pressure, fighting a high-casualty war.
But I am fighting fiercely to triumph, certain of victory yet stumbling for a strategy.
Kelsey King was born and raised in Knoxville, Tennessee and is currently studying Web Technology at Pellissippi State Community College.