Ode to Something

A thank you poem to that something which is helping me survive

Day in and day out,
I continue to live on dreams.
Floating among pages in storybooks
as if trying to connect with authors.
If no one could tell already�"
I understand nothing
besides the words I scribble.
Blank sheets hidden away;
the thing I always run to.
I hardly have a life worth living,
but something wakes me up each day.
Don't ask me what.
Don't ask me why.
Just…something.

It may be all in my head,
but I take it as a sign.
Gory movies keep me sane
when days get too tough.
It isn't easy
living within my thoughts,
but something…
even if it's nothing,
helps me push through.
It seems like no matter what,
something…just something
allows me to wake up
to sunlight the next day.

And this poem
is to thank you
for keeping me alive.