Waiting for that epiphany
That one strike of lightning
That brings one to their knees
Causing an explosion inside
Not to be ignored
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for that spark
That never comes
Tag: recovery
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
She hears the quiet
In the storm
Protects her heart
When clouds form
She’s a delicate rose
Whose thorns will sting
If held too close
That girl she
Is complicated
And worth it
She
Is
Me
As change engulfed her
Fear flooded to the surface
Trust calmed the fierce tides
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
It’s almost done
Little me
Go hide away
Don’t let them see
It’s ending soon
Just close your eyes
So you won’t see
Those awful lies
You tell yourself
It’s for the best
Just one more time
Just one long rest
It’s over now
Just go to sleep
When you wake…
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