The change is clear.
It’s in my writing.
It’s in my words.
I have fought a battle.
One with a persistent battle.
One with darkness in its nature.
I made it.
I made it out somewhat alive.
I made it out somewhat happy.
A suicidal mess.
Cleansed.
With love.
Love.
It’s the impossible.
For the darkened one’s to possess love.
I now see the sun rise.
I see it bring life to the dying.
I see it lift spirits after a rainstorm.
Love, has glued me back.
I hope it’s not temporary.
I hope this one lasts.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
The change is clear.
It’s in my writing.
It’s in my words.
I have fought a battle.
One with a persistent battle.
One with darkness in its nature.
I made it.
I made it out somewhat alive.
I made it out somewhat happy.
A suicidal mess.
Cleansed.
With love.
Love.
It’s the impossible.
For the darkened one’s to possess love.
I now see the sun rise.
I see it bring life to the dying.
I see it lift spirits after a rainstorm.
Love, has glued me back.
I hope it’s not temporary.
I hope this one lasts.
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