Insanity burns in my soul
Charting a new course with no map
No vehicle save my hands and feet.
Crawling towards salvation
Re-learning how to walk on my own
How to run on my own
Reconstruct from ruins, a shattered splintered life.
Desperation is my glue, hope is the hammer I wield on the nails of determination.
My words are my machete through the tangled forest apocalypse.