Slow Breaths That Reset

Slow breaths-
To reset
This non-static feeling.
I was never real,
Never had any meaning.
Peering through this stained glass window;
The glass of my minds eye-
Never really mattered I was that high.
'Cause-
This idea,
It consumed my sanity.
Almost had me remove myself from my family.
And during that time, my soul was tainted,
From all the harsh truths reality had painted.
I was so young-
How was I to recognize?
That the truth was just a tragedy told in lies,
That the truth went to hide, but never left your eyes,
That the truth was just a compromise made in time;
Made by the winners of history on the tomb stone of integrity.
They left a message for me; some kind of therapy.
They told me I couldn't hide 'cause it was in my head.
They told me I couldn't hide 'cause God was dead.
Dead.
Dead.
It's all I wanted to be.
That time an idea took a-hold of me.
That time I harbored this depression monster.
I thank my younger self that I waited a little longer.

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Slow Breaths That Reset