The feeling of my intention was clear.
At one time or another.
"Find a place to share what's inside."
"Maybe, maybe it'll fade, at least for awhile."
"Mix it up a bit, shine light where you spread the dark."
Suffice it to say, I'm worried this won't turn out the way I had hoped.
It's not to say I'm on the brink of the end,
But at the moment in this lifelong battle, when my eye flickers to a detail I missed.
There's a ***** in my armor.
A small sliver.
As that unwanted passenger swings it's blade once again, sparks fly, and in that second of light, revealed.
The sliver is now a crack.
I can't seal this and sooner or later it'll spill out.
I just wish, one day, it'll stop.
Until then, I'll burn away and rise from the ashes like a phoenix to continue this infinite cycle.
Sorry if you're reading this. I actually wanted to mix my post with positivity but I'm definitely at a low point more often nowadays. It happens and I'll bounce back. I just didn't want anyone to think this was about self harm. It isn't.