I’m invisible to those I love
but I still love them true.
I’m thankful everyday after
what I’ve put them through.
Grooves of my transgressions
fluctuate eyes of my beloved.
My past hangs in a parlour
no one walks by they shrug.
Just a version of what was
I sleep not very well nowadays.
But I can not dwell on such
I must see it as if some phase.
My life has taken detours
and I desire to find meaning.
I’ve been deviant and exercised
judgement in bottles dreaming.
In the bed of the hospital I
woke up after my wreck seeming
so long ago even now at night
I wake to sounds of voices screaming.
What I have done to myself?
What can I do to overcome pain?
I’m not quite sure but I know
others have been through the same.
I am no prophet, sage or wise.
The rain falls and I close my eyes.
I have lived a thousand lives
to find one that I want to survive.
Simple are my ways now
I love to escape and to detach
from the escapade I call life
and create beauty in sad facts.
Wow! I could feel you in your words. Wonderfully expressed, and I applaud the open honesty. I can tell this poem poured straight from your soul. It touched mine.
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Aw, thank you Kristian. It indeed came from a place that genuinely is thankful despite what I’ve been through.
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You’re a rare gem, Winchester!
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I agree with Kristian ๐ Wonderfully expressed with so much heart ๐
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Thank you Bree. You write with heart too and it is as well inspiring to me. I’m finding the more honest I am with myself the more liberated I feel.
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Incredibly open and raw writing. Wonderfully expressed. ๐๐
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Thank you my friend. ๐
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