Sample of work by Ally Stoyel
I open my eyes and lift my head, from the prison of dreaming, to waking instead.
I stare at my reflection and see only dust, it’s impossible to move but I know that I must.
I walk through the door to start my day, when I’ll be sober I cannot say.
I throw myself into the daily grind, I can’t seem to function or clear my mind.
I’m tired and worn, spent and confused. Puzzled, perplexed, baffled, bemused.
I blink away the minutes of the garish sun and replay the moments of what I had done.
I remember the times I thought I was right, the times I would force you into a fight.
I understand that it’s just too late, to change the past and fix my fate.
I breathe in and out and adjust my disguise, I blink away the tears that sting my eyes.
The days are unending and filled with regret, as much as I try, I just can’t forget.
It’s difficult to think that I can’t mend the past, who knew that life just unfolded so fast.
I spend an eternity staring at my shoes, thinking to myself ‘which wrong turn did I choose?’
I try to stop that feeling, that I’m hopeless and forlorn, and remember that the darkness always turns into the dawn.
I say I, my and me so often, but what else can I do? They’re the only words I seem to say, that don’t spell Y-O-U.