Life of Pi.

My efforts are like rescuers that saved me when depression left me bereft and lost at sea.
Floating in a life preserver, with doubts inside of me that were more ferocious than a Bengal tiger. Dangerously close to the edge, and on the brink of extinction, I peeled back the layers of my guards that made my eyes cry like onions.
I watched helplessly as the remnants of my security were swallowed by the relentless waters of the Indian ocean, deprived of graves, their final resting place was in the Marianas Trench.
Somehow I made it out alive and managed to do so even though I was soaking wet and drenched.
I learned to tame the beasts that were my fears that if monetized, would have made me a billionaire. Somehow I stayed afloat, in retrospect, it was my hope and faith that worked behind the scenes to keep me safe and sound.
Ashamed to admit that there were far too many days that I believed it would've been better if I had just drowned.
Denial filled my head, echoing like screams that ricocheted in the Grand Canyon.
It was then that I discovered my spirit contained the indomitable strength and resilience that I had hidden twenty thousand leagues under the sea inside of me.
Like a lost continent found, my soul is the Atlantis that I've come upon.
Castaway from civilization is what it took for me to conclude that my perseverance is still cause for celebration.
Now I roar like Poseidon, I am king again, like Triton.
I narrowly escaped my perilous ruin, slightly scathed but otherwise okay.
The depths of my despair decreased as my lungs filled up again with air.
I have become immune to the trauma, radical acceptance helped me triumph over my salt water sorrows that tried to bury me alive underneath the sands of shallow, superficial drama.

Onomatopoeic Infatuation.

Drip drop as the intravenous tries to nourish me,
tick tock time passes and I wait in anguish for an end to my suffering.
Squish, crunch went my heart crushed under your foot like a cockroach.
Popped my dreams for the future like a balloon as I zip up the sutures, closing my open wounds. Clapping thunder crashed outside my window; it only rains now that you're gone.
We clashed like titans, our hungry egos were the ammunition that ultimately sunk both our battleships.
Clicked my heels together twice, three times, hoping it would help me like ruby red slippers on Dorothy's homesick feet.
In our last days, a cough could even set me off; I now regret that I could be so unkind.
Flushed now as I reflect on all we left behind; all the pieces of us scattered around the world make me groan as I realize we hardly even tried.
My stomach growls like a feral child raised by wolves and other creatures in the wild.
Grumble, as I wish we never crumbled collapsing underneath the weight of every rumble.
Praying for a hiccup to undo our history, hoping we can be restored and revert to loving one another in peace.
I hiss from being deflated, you were the oxygen inside my lungs.
Howling from the pain like an orphaned coyote wanting to be loved again.
All our work and effort was consumed by fires that we started on our own, our love went up in flames, ending in a simple puff of sickening smoke.
My bones rattled inside me as I grew spindly weak, starved for affection like a dog in heat out in the streets.
Ripped up like unwanted evidence, my spirit roared reeling from the loss.
If only my tires screeched and came to a halt instead of the failing brakes which plowed right over us. My sorrow shrieks silently succumbing to insomnia that makes it restless and thus, impossible to sleep.
Smashed, I became intoxicated drowning my anxiety as inebriation murdered my sobriety and left it splattered on the floor.
Splashing holy water on my face desperately longing to be a victim of this demonic heartbreak no more.
Swallowed me and spit me out as sirens wailed outside my window from signs of life and death that whizzed right by.
My frustration finally trickled out when it became clear that I would be safe again real soon, saved from the bullet of our drive-by romance that zoomed past my head, destined for the moon.

Basic Instinct.

You are an amateur claiming to be on my level,
yet your life reads like a comedy, your looks are equally disheveled.
Trying to ascend, your feeble attempts to social climb are irrelevant,
laughable and unphotographable just like a funny Valentine.
I am expertly skilled at what I do, undefeated even at my worst as you, despite all of your efforts,
are like a balloon filled with more than enough hot air to make you burst.
Unraveling, your seams are slowly but surely coming undone in front of everyone,
 it's clear for even the blind to see that you're not fooling anyone.
Equipped with only basic qualities, you're barely a beginner and yet you still try to compete with the likes of me.
I will always win, victory courses through my veins.
I am comprised of triumph, defeating you will come as easily as any of the trophies I have fairly won. I hold the deed, the title to your properties; the landlord of all that you could even imagine or aspire to be.
Deluded, as you confuse your self-awareness for confidence when even a quick glance from me could send you reeling into an infernal abyss.
I tear down your walls, bring your castles crashing to the ground;
I saw through your facade like it was made of the cheapest quality of fabric.
Should never have doubted me; I could have shown you the ropes and maybe you would also be fantastic.
Hilarity crept in through your front door and now hides within the shadows and corners of your home. Your people pleasing is pitiful, your only motivation was to be validated by strangers;
how can you be so naive that you've been burned by the fire of your artificiality so many times and somehow still fail to detect the danger?
Fickle friends, as fair-weather as can be, fill your company,
and then you somehow wonder how no one is around when you're in need.
I have risen above and you're still in shock on the cold, hard ground;
you sink further into obscurity's deceit, lost and damaged,
I sadly doubt that you will ever be found.

Worthy.

A dream is a wish your heart makes and I know mine has been granted
as I have been given a fresh lease on life; I feel like I am enchanted.
I will no longer give into grief or let depression seep into me.
I have promised myself to stay committed to the sobriety which will set me free.
The magnificent beast inside me has been defeated, my rage is now extinct.
I am the master of the game, my demons exorcised in a blink.
All it took was time to truly let my wounds heal,
as the introspection allowed for me to remember how to feel.
I was as angry as a warrior that wanted to avenge his ancestors' honour,
like a soldier in the trenches armed and ready for battle.
I forced everyone around me to walk on eggshells as
the slightest misstep would wake this dragon from its slumber;
they were David, I was Goliath when I incited terror with my voice that echoed like thunder. Voracious and vile, I would not stop until I was the victor
though I only saw the damage I caused when all was quiet as a whisper.
The silence became deafening as it wanted to teach me to take accountability,
which has now become my greatest lesson.
A boy who cries wolf too many times is sure to be abandoned,
consistency can be the only way he will be redeemed.
I will climb the highest mountain, and swim across the most dangerous seas,
tread through perilous deserts in the name of self-mastery.
I do not want different faces, or to fill my loved ones hearts with fear,
I cannot keep rewinding, or backpedaling to undo their tears.
Self-control will only come when I learn to bite my tongue,
I am evolving now that I have identified the root cause of my actions.
Growing again from the inside out, as I have discovered my fear of being deserted.
I know that I can get through this, I owe it to my future because I am worth it.