There Will Be

By: Chantelle Mathewson

There are going to be days when all you want to do is cry.

Banging your head against the wall

And screaming until your throat is sore

Just seems so much easier than facing the demons

That have writhed inside of you for so long.

There are going to be weeks when even the sun at its peak isn’t enough.

Feeling the warmth caress your skin and seep into your bones

Is only going to make it worse

Until your skin itches so bad

That you want to peel it off.

There are going to be months when life doesn’t seem worth it.

You are going to sit alone in a dark room

Holding a bottle, a razor, maybe a rope,

And your mind will scream yes while

Your heart remains silent.

There are going to be years that seem empty.

You are going to look back and wonder where they went

While you were struggling just below the surface,

Trying to keep afloat,

And they swam right by.

These are the secrets no one tells you

When you first appear in this world,

So hopeful and bright and smiling.

No one wants to crush your dreams so early,

So they let you found out on your own.

Your life is going to be made of

Days

Weeks

Months

Years

That all seem worthless,

A muddle of incoherent thoughts strung together to create something

So far fetched you’ll feel lost in a sea of people

You don’t belong in.

You will realize though,

After the

Days

Weeks

Months

Years

Go by,

That what once seemed so far off

What once seemed so unreal,

So worthless

Was preparing you for a war.

A war that can only be won by the strongest,

The most daring.

The war is called life,

And only those who have faced the worst demons,

The monsters who live within and stare from our own souls,

Will rise higher and return

At the end

Victorious.