All the while 2018 was a movie with only 12 scenes
In each one of them I was both the lead and the stunt man
Also the supporting actor occasionally thrown under the bus,
Every time the director says ‘cut!’
I am rushed to the emergency room and it is end of scene
12 scenes all end in blaring sirens
12 notes suck between here and gone
And a shame too dark to navigate alone
They don’t tell you about the journey back to sanity
After letting the waves swallow you
And then crush you back to shore
After a cocktail of pills and detergent
Even the road back to sobriety is repulsive
I did not mean to die by my own hands
Depression is a visitor without etiquette
Often overstating her welcome
But we survived
If only to start all over again
This time more alive than ever
Embracing one ray of sunshine with such hope
Because new beginnings have never felt this welcoming
Read – Free from Prison – A Poem by Omadang Yowasi, Uganda
