A Drastic Call

For a year, I took a name that never said it was ‘me'.

For 2 years, I walked down a path that made me fall from a cliff unharmed but bleeding.

For 3 years, I stepped on grounds that made me feel it was not my own way to be above it.

For 4 years, I managed to climb from underground rivers to the top of a steep mountain in the distant valleys of thoughts.

For 5 years, I figured out I was not doing what I thought I could've done.

For half a day, I found comfort in what lies beyond what was expected.

For 2 days, I gained a chance to obtain a goal that was never mine to have.

For 3 days, I looked at myself and found a smudge on the edge of the mirror.

For 4 days, I had to go back and seek the untold tale that pushed me out of the shadows and into new ones.

For 5 days, I've been smiling like an idiot, lost and full of shame.

For less than a minute, I did see what was waiting for me if I entered the cave of dwelling whispers.

For 2 minutes, I am able to touch the drifting walls that once covered my view to the point of no return.

For 3 minutes, I can feel the hands that dragged me in the darkness, now patting my back for the light.

For 4 minutes, I needed to open both eyes to check if reality has given me a wake up call

For 5 minutes, I had to go back and wonder what was the truth and what was not.

I counted five seconds everyday to take me to the shelf that squished my thoughts and trapped my demons

I lasted for another five to realize that I can move, push myself away from the corners that carried me

I had to go for more than five to notice that it was real.

I had my last five to see that I've missed from where I should've begun.

In these five, I am more than a cellophane fleeing away from the outskirts of town.