A Process

The everything sits in front of me 

It lingers right before me 

It sings and dance around me 

And I just want it to be gone

Something more than trapped

Something more than held 

Something less than hurt

Something less than loved

And as I end it will never be gone

So many battles to break me 

So many deaths to revive me 

So little time to save me

So little hope to give me up 

And it wants me, and I am already gone

No more pain and I give me freedom

No more horror to make me smile 

No more fire to make me cold

No more loss to fill me up 

And what I want never has existed 

Now I am unlearning of the known

Now I am free to be scared 

Now I am proud of my folly 

Now I am happy in my home 

And all I want is already here 

And all that I am is all that I am