I know

I know
your voice is an apartment you just moved into.
I know what it feels like to throw a housewarming party in your throat.
Only for your words not to show up when you need them most.
 
I know:
what it’s like to be an ice sculpture in the middle of every room.
Teaching your anxiety to stand still so everyone else can keep moving.
Hoping no one realises that you’ve been melting the whole time.
 
I know:
depression is a stalker that knows where you live
Sends doubt to your address every time you think you’ve moved out of the person you use to be.
Your teeth are unopened envelopes hiding behind your smile.
 
I know:
because I felt of those things too.
I know that on days when I thought this is where my story ends.
Every footstep was a new word.
Every new breath was a prayer heard.
 
I know;
because I felt those things to.
Time nailed my wounds to the sky and let the sun run like a river through all the places that hurt.
Time turned my fears into guide dogs and helped me see tomorrow through yesterday’s darkness.
Time reminded me that my voice can be immortal if I choose to use it.
 
I know:
because I felt those things to and I am still here.