Not safe in my
darkness
No living at all.
Scared—Revealed, as I
crawl to the surface
Towards the light
Hold me, I beg… tell
me I’m alright
Nourish me softly
As I continue to fight
I’m tired, I bellow
With my last gulp of
air
Let me rest in my
darkness, it’s nice and quiet in there
You yank my arm harder
I shriek out in pain
Lights burning my
deathly aurora, not used to nourishing rays.
Knowing I need this
all to survive
Pain is required to
live a full life.
Fighting my fear
Day after day
Closer to sunshine
Slowly drying the
tears
Nourish my wounds
As I emerge from
within
Reborn from the ashes
Becoming whole once
again.
You will not allure me
Emptiness so deep
Death, I won’t beat
you,
Acceptance is key.
Floating, belly side
up
Submerged in luke-warm
sludge
Drifting on by, no destination
in mind
Exposed to the world
Revealing thy fragile
soul
Shamed by the pain
Fearful of what’s within
Traumas unveiled as we
sink our teeth in
Not only in food, but
body and mind
Reconnecting the pieces,
I’ve worked to unwind
Thinking, believing the
kinks were all wrong
Required to detangle--
make my path straight
Avoid all the fraying,
jump over the hoops
Tangled is messy, no
one will choose you
Beaten by messaging
claiming to know…
How to untangle the
messiest ropes
Steps 1,2,3 will solve
all your woes
All you need is
perfection guiding you on
But wait just a
minute,
This feels so untrue
Without kinks and
bruises I’ve got nothing to grasp
Rope becomes slippery
… all out of hand
Nothing to hold onto
when I sink into sand
Needing my kinks, my
knots, and my frays
Saving my life at the
end of the day.
Working on being
Day after day
Retying my knots
Against societies
norms
Judgments of
imperfection
As I ride this rough
storm.
Pushing against the
current
Yet drifting on by
Submerged in the murky
One breath at a time.
Not fully hearing
…. I think that’s ok
Accepting my presence
Come what may.
To be is to live
No agenda in store
Days still a scurry
Regardless of mind
No need to control
what goes on all the time.
Drifting for now; for now,
that’s ok
Maybe this is living –
feeling wet days.
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