Brittle bones breaking,
Severed stones suspended,
Uniformed unbalance uniting,
Icarian ideas of identity.
Dangerous desires for damnation,
Navigating narrow neighborhoods,
Threatened by terminal temptation,
Seeking sanity in sleep,
Destroyed by distant dreams...
Recovery seems so far.
And I could carry on with never ending alliteration, but my truth is that the abuse and assaults I’ve experienced have destroyed me. I thought I’d be recovered by now, yet I’m still here picking up the pieces, and I cannot deny the strides I have made in bettering myself. So here’s to anyone feeling down about themselves or life, and here’s to everyone feeling “meh” and to everyone feeling well.
