Mar 2019
I could leave that part of my life concealed.
A shameful chapter of chaos, unspoken.
A secret to be kept in my heart,
Guarded by four roaring lions
And six stinging scorpions.
A Pandora’s box watched day and night,
Behind lock and key.
Not to be spoken about.
But I won’t.
For though it creates a peculiar pattern
In the tapestry of my life
I cannot deny it’s brilliance
I cannot deny it’s lessons
Through the pain came polish
From the beast came beauty
A shameful chapter of chaos, unspoken.
A secret to be kept in my heart,
Guarded by four roaring lions
And six stinging scorpions.
A Pandora’s box watched day and night,
Behind lock and key.
Not to be spoken about.
But I won’t.
For though it creates a peculiar pattern
In the tapestry of my life
I cannot deny it’s brilliance
I cannot deny it’s lessons
Through the pain came polish
From the beast came beauty
I attempted suicide in 2018 and sat in a hospital for 3 days like Jonah in the belly of a great fish, and just like Jonah, those mucky, stinky 3 days got me where I was supposed to go.
