I have been the
Writer of
This melancholic narrative
Authored from an
Illness
I am not proud to
Bear
But it is a testament
To the threads of my resilience
Forged out of
Steel
That I have sewn my limbs
back
To my body with
All those days
I
Fell apart
I am ready to
Welcome the angst
Of starting over
I am ready to invite the
Silence
Back in
Like that perfect moment
Between the
Lightening and thunder
A moment so impenetrable
and void of
Sound
I’m ready for that absence
And I am ready to stop shaming
Myself for my sadness
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
I have been the
Writer of
This melancholic narrative
Authored from an
Illness
I am not proud to
Bear
But it is a testament
To the threads of my resilience
Forged out of
Steel
That I have sewn my limbs
back
To my body with
All those days
I
Fell apart
I am ready to
Welcome the angst
Of starting over
I am ready to invite the
Silence
Back in
Like that perfect moment
Between the
Lightening and thunder
A moment so impenetrable
and void of
Sound
I’m ready for that absence
And I am ready to stop shaming
Myself for my sadness
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