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Recovery- Part 23
The only sliver of hope I have is the fact that I'm actively trying to fight my disorder. Be it medication or therapy or physical health, I'm doing whatever it takes to keep this monster at bay. I'm positive that it'll pay off.
©namia28
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Sneaky
Light steps creeping in
Crawling her way back
Seductively whispers
"I've never been out"
I remember the voice
I remember the face
Pink lips, pale skin
Warm touch
She's dancing
And I want to dance
but it's a high fall
She's flying
And I'd love to fly
but it's a free fall
She's getting closer
And I can see now
the shakes
the hurt
the flames
I back away in fear
I musn't forget
She's always near
And her touch...
It still burns
©kumnariki -
wanowak
5d
My Voice
I lost my voice one day.
After years of no one listening,
I stopped speaking.
Although my heart
had so much to say.
The fight too much.
Just went with the flow.
Not realizing such silence
would cause my pain
to find another place to sow.
Numbing habits to block
my thoughts.
I acted in life simply
like a robot.
Not feeling or talking
until one day I begin
to feel safe.
Away from the abuse,
the hits, the words that
other said to me reflecting
their own self-hate.
The words came slowly
at first.
Often time in bursts.
Then quiet as I asked if
the story of my past was
really true.
Was it?
How could it be?
But it was; a living
hell we went through.
Each day I bring the darkness
to light.
By talking outloud and
making it real.
The shame slowly going away.
As my voice is heard again
with my story of survival
healing I have to say.
Can you hear it?
©wanowak -
soulsearc_her
1w
Read MoreAs the winter comes and the year ends;
the unwanted fragments
Of the people I loved and lost,
slowly keeps crawling back to me
turning my heart into a cemetery.
I was there, for quite some time
Huddled in the corner,
Hiding from my cold heart beneath the blanket.
If at all,
I could write about
How much I missed each, it would be page after page, a sea of them.
Clocked in hazy tears, constantly
Thinking and brooding over why
I'm not enough for those people I loved,
Looking for reasons to still hold
Onto them in a cobweb of suicidal thoughts and gruelling insecurities.
Our tongues make "I love you's" glide so easily not knowing what they really mean.
These words
They are deeper than our shallow promises.
I'm made of pain and those promises
I'm made of the people who left
And I'm highly radioactive around them like a counting bomb
Ready to explode.
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Read the caption.
©soulsearc_her -
poetryismysin
2w
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https://awalkofshame.wordpress.comI don't know how to be happy
I don’t know how to be happy
I don’t know how to turn these silly giggles into a rhythmic tapping, a pivot, or a pirouette
I don’t know what to paint when yellow sweeps over me and the blues come washing away
I don’t know how to be happy
I’m sorry,
I just haven’t had a lot of practice
But I’ve been learning- for a while,
and the secret keeper of the void (and everything that comes with it) wouldn’t want me telling you this
But that’s all that matters
-Palak -
Recovery - Part 22
I don't know how to define this feeling
of pervasive sadness
persistent darkness
almost dead hope of change
i'm drowning in air
and i laugh like i've got nothing to care
Relapsing again, am i?
i don't know
all i know, is that this fight isn't about me
it's about all the people i won't be able to help
if i lose
so i keep going
bruised, battered
battling on.
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asavagewarrior_27
2w
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The only disease
To convince you that you do not have one
A reprise
we've all heard before
That you can have a taste and simply be done
Until it becomes more, more, more
Leaving you demoralized
In a state of confusion
Paralyzed
By the illusion
That you're safe and focused on stability
But in reality
You're a walking ghost full unpredictability
Whose morality, mentality, and spirituality
Are severely affected and in danger
This illness is starting to derange their
Ability just to survive
To strive, thrive
Fuck, even just to stay alive
©asavagewarrior_27 -
asavagewarrior_27
2w
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LEGENDS
I want to be legendary
Something revolutionary
But I am quite arbitrary
To acting on impulse involuntary
And it's necessary
For my death to not be preliminary
To end up in a cemetery
And you not having to bury me
Is this possible?...
©asavagewarrior_27 -
asavagewarrior_27
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PROBLEMS
Customary
to think that
I was clearly the master
The definition of an doctor
Quite the apothecary
But rarely did I seem a problem
If there was not any issues
Then I did not have to solve 'em
©asavagewarrior_27 -
I am freedom and someone has to achieve it
Society says I am a girl born a curse doomed to slavery.
I say - I AM FREEDOM, SOMEONE HAS TO BLEED AND MAKE SPACE TO ACHIEVE IT -
Smile
Take note of me
When I smile through these crooked teeth
Know that it shows I'm still alive
And I now believe
As much as it hurts
And as much as I bleed
I have the energy to smile back at you
When you smile at me
©through_a_rabbits_eyes -
thanmay
4w
The Way of Life and Time
Empires have fallen
Chaos has risen
Calamities have arrived
And cities have vanished
Such is the way of life and time
Once it puts you on a bed of roses
Then it plunges you into a pit of thorns
Once it gives you wings to fly
Then it doesn't even give you a chance to try
So unpredictable is the way of life and time
You put your everything into something
And see it disappear into nothing
You may be as cold as a stone
Still at the end, you will cry all alone
So cruel is the way of life and time
But every storm passes
And every wave crashes
It will pain at first
But we have to move on at the last
So healing is the way of life and time
That is the human way
Even on a rainy day hoping for a sunray
Everyone will fall somewhere
But he who gets up will be remembered everywhere
Such is the way of life and time.
©thanmay -
azaadshaik
4w
A Storm won't last forever
but sometimes it's impact
can not recovered forever
Just like the consequences happen
By the words you say in anger
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Do i establish as king,
To be held as afar?
Do I write poems that I sing,
To keep locked up in my heart?
Or do I branch out,
Spread strong, my own wings
Stretch out of my comfort's
Box by Facing the unknown...
Bravely keeping my course
Full speed and head on!!
Moving forward quite swiftly
Into what's now the unknown.
Seeing discovery as new paths
To be first paved and trodden.
Of the stillness that's here
In all that has held longing
Waiting Patiently yet to be,
finally found and discovered.
The path, of aloneness,
Of healed therapy pain
by being made lowly and humbled.
So far this path that we speak
now freely of, has been
largely left alone, ignored
like a wasteland.
Appropriately it has been named
Black labelled and drawn
Its label like a crown of thornes
Like noone that comes forward
to claim this barren,
part of quiet desserted land.
With the simplest of set ups
Allowing for growth that may be unlimited, untarnished,
wild and free
But not considered worth it
That of the painful price listed
fewer still that feel it is worthy
of that highest of costs
which is the cost or price
Of risking your own embarrasment
Or worst yet as sowing a failure
Instead of earning a fruitful
Rich returning harvest.
This abandoned, or forgotten
set of potential rebirth
Is still on lifes journey map
as being poorly understood
Or not fully known,
it is called the uncharted
As few leave their patterned ways, to forge new footsteps to follow
They that give what's
yet to be mapped and engraved.
The mystery, the turning point
That uncharted of all places
brings most kings to have nothing
felt lessened more than strong, more rich with a weakness
a true Poverty of friendship
an unwanted loss
of respect and true integrity.
They're character coming
into legal question with a
keen sense of its loss
This doesnt come with not trying
To conquer, or expand
To rule with a fist of gold
Upon the mapped out land
Is this too much for most to risk
They felt the loss closer to lips telling and retelling their history down thru the ages, to concerned for their reputation's role...
But will you be different?
Will you be that one brave soul
Or are you just like those others?
The ones that came before you
In the worlds pattern of habit
These creatures of safety
Sick with longing in their own stolen, bankrupt homes...
Or will you cautiously be better
And bravely move on and up,
Will you stick out your neck
Surely but slowly on its own
Bravely being a standing king
Of your own chosen actions
By being the very first of a kind
To break free from generations
That came before it,
for decades on end
Of sinly lazy habits,
Chained down in prisons of fear
Growing rates of return
That equal less than zero
Moving forward in nowhere
In its decisive round of turns,
The turn, the change, the chance to be better, that stutters at first then with it brings the potential
for freedom and storytelling lore
Its own set of challenges,
its own type of blessings
And its produce of fruit,
sown seeds of those courageous watered down by regret or guilt
River currents of faith,
Turn into waves lapping
At fear's brokendown feet
That carry the weight
But not easily born, by those
Hearts of those feeling
Like they are just being forgotten or less than that even
not producing its own cost in price
And losing all its value
In its lost purpose for which
we all are given in the gift of life.
Are we felt charged with to find
Search for until in death
We give of ourselves to pay
This life what is owed?
Fear can spur greater faith
Acts of courage born brave weakness is all but forgotten
in acts of forgiving kindness
Patience and chances unearned
Unconditiinal love is only true
Seconds after its earned respect and its echoes are on
the finish lines for those that race
And take the road less traveled
Marked by furrows so deep
But that that persevere, keep
Strong, and face that historic leap.
Those few, those brave
Those perfectly made strong.
Opposites attracting only
because symboitically together they are felt to be stronger.
Stronger as 2 instead of as one,
if they stand alone the contrast
Seen is weaker but is ironically strengthened in their appearance as being coupled with a pair,
Complimenting them both ss seperate parts of an actionable item that is arguably vibrant,
in its definitions of what's pure whatever they are, standing there
Together but alone
Standing up for each other
By giving opposite approval
Back to back, neck to neck
Jealous to a fault,
the mirrored image
when not seen as seperate
but instead is only viewed
against the backdrop of
its flip sided revolt
As the opposite or balance
Weighted down by something else, alone they risk being missed,
Seen only as something pale
to be feared in its weirdness
Bland in its camoflageaue
But when seen as a reaction
A stance well to be held
Then it must be something worth
The mention, to be feared
not to be overlooked or shunned
Just because you don't
measure up the same or comform
and you are held as one mostly forgotten or misunderstood, ridiculed and rejected black
labeled as an outsider,
Then once labeled,
you must be lonely,
and star to despair,
Or maybe you are
something to be pitied
if you arent to be feared.
Being the different one most times
Chosing to swim against stream,
makes a very sharp chiasm
A space scarred inbetween
The difference between your life
And those that you are not
Can cause some to die young
with a taste of povertys prisons
All tied up in chains and knotted lined out in a story of stolen pens that are runnying dry on emptiness
In blank words and poetic rhymes.
Stories, songs, only to be silenced
By their own authors words
before dying alone on a blank page
In a book never published
Spelled incorrectly, chockful
Of poor grammar with no editor
Being asked to review proof
Leaveing all that's unsaid
To remain as unclear
Unclear as its song falling
Mute on deafened ears
Then that song of no melody
Hits notes that are sung
In a harmony ad naseaum,
Like a chant, or a witches spell
That's better left unsung
Forgotten, forbidden, foreboding
Written in blood, grief and sorrow
Penned in famous injustice
Too shameful for admission
To sanitys final appeal in court...
It was thought up, or created
By those dead day dreamers,
that are far to inexperienced, to be cast only as foolish simpletons,
impractical cases of king stupid
considered as reigning holders
Of any negative values
of essential based wisdom
or too far left off what's right
In the eye of the beholder
holding any image, or shred of evidence that a kernel of truth
Is worth more when laying next to
Its lying counterpart
that is losing its faltering battle
of lies with its slips of only
Half thought out shreds of unproven pseudo evidence
Culturally missappropriated
To exploit the jurors insecurity in its own lack of tolerance.
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- sangfroid_soul It happens. It is. Reality
- wounded_soul_ @sangfroid_soul yes it is my present situation
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Arrhythmic
My heart pumps, but not evenly.
My lungs breathe, and stall when grieving me.
My eyes blink, but slowly the time between grows,
My smiles gleam, but they fade and hide pearly rows
Pump, pump, pump, pump;
The system still goes on.
Pump, pump, pump, pump;
I still wake every dawn.
It may be impossible to feel like me,
But I'll be the closest to me that I can be.
I'll wake, spread love, and feel my feelings
And maybe one day my body will do some healing.
©zoobait360 -
Rift
I scan the points of my hips
And the outlines of my ribs
Searching for something worth saving
Anything worth reviving
Anything to escape
This rift between me
And being truly alive
©through_a_rabbits_eyes -
Hallow Pain
It's such a deep pain,
I keep trying to forget,
Every corner another reminder.
A hallow ache,
A distant rumble.
My teeth burn,
My cheeks shallow.
I never had much to give in pounds,
But I had plenty in bone.
If I had soul left to give,
I'd give that to.
Just to feel whole.
Empty cupboards.
The scale keeps ticking back.
Empty shelves.
The weight of simply things gets heavier.
Empty fridge.
It doesn't matter how bad I wanna get better.
©mighty_are_the_fallen -
No matter how much you master
The art of feelings balancing,
Recovering from someone
Will always be self-consuming.
©ydt_14
