Dissipating fog
The sky illuminated
Hope was infinitely hers
Tag: mental illness
Carrying her sadness like a totem
Believing it was her only truth
Until its power was gone
–
Lost and confused
Needing a new image to embrace
A personification of a new truth
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Unearthed, in spite of adversity,
A symbol of strength and hope
Her true identity
A bolt of lightning
Has awoken me from
The nightmare of despair
Cloudy days
And nights without stars
No longer remain
In my illuminated mind
Born consisting of pure love
Authentic to the core
As years advanced
Purity fading evermore
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Saturated with sorrow
Yearning to die
No hope or joy
Pleading “why?”
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Craving answers
A private war
Coveting a mental repose
Unexpectedly, an open door
–
Petition acknowledged
Hope illuminates the ashen sky
Recovery furnishes
The wings to fly
For so long
A motif of darkness and shame
Flooded her lyrics
Now strength and radiance
Innervate her soul
Permitting only sanguine expression
In the darkness
Of despair
One can lay down
Live in the nothing
Or
One can reach out
Find the switch and flip it
Filling the room
With the light of hope
Two voices
One body
Battling for control
One to live
The other to die
In the arena of the mind
Two voices will enter
Only one will survive
I am not a victim
Of my circumstances
I am a warrior
Losing a battle
Bleeding out
From my wounded soul
I am no martyr
I am merely one
Who will fight
To the death
Even if
It shall be my own
Mortal elation
Lust of loins
Anguish of mind
The poet’s soul
Rips through
The body
A bloody pen
Fashioning a symphony
Of impassioned prose
The poet
A composer of
Profound inspiration
Appears to be
The epitome
Of laziness
Slouched in a chair
Cannot bear
The weightiness
Bathrobe shroud
Scars unallowed
No visible craziness
One can only see
The epitome
Of laziness
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