Months ago, I lost all my poetry.
All my woes,
All my frustration-al
thoughts
that I
couldn't
fight through,

But I had no remorse,
No sudden upset- ness
over losing
All
my work.

And I had no care,
I had not planned to grieve
over my terrible forgotten loneliness,
And I didn't even notice
for a while,
I didn't notice
that my need for validation
through my work,
Had slowly melted
away throughout
my blooming.

Poetry is my antidepressant,
Well it was before I healed,
So when I flushed my pills
My poetry
Down the toilet bowel
I didn't even realise,
That I,
Have
Healed.

I lost all my poetry,
I didn't even notice,
But I had no remorse.