Another Morning, Another Day
Open heart surgery free-verse poetry
Oh
Look
Awake again.
Another morning
Another day
Heart didn't give up
Breathing didn't give stop
That hole I fell down
Didn't lead to the abyss
The monster didn't kill me
Who's the real monster?
I should be happy
I might be happy
Sometimes
Just sometimes
I am
Happy
Until
Until I realise
Until it hits me
Like a bowling ball
To the gut
Who I am
What I've done
Happier days
Happier occasions
They help
Chase the nightmares away
The nightmares I caused
But its only temporary
Shaking off the past
Easier said than done
When it's infecting
My present and future
The hurt it causes
When people see
Jekyll but not Hyde
When people who have faced
Hyde
Find it hard to remember
Jekyll
Because the cycle
they've endured
The cycle
Of pain, suffering
Of suffering, pain
Let down after let down
Misery, misery
again, again and again
They deserve the kindness
The sympathy
The respect
I'm fighting my demons
Yes
But they've been fighting
and surviving them
For longer
I resent and despise
The times and ways
I've made them cry
Bled their emotions dry
Taken their love
Not protected it
At times
I am my own
Unreliable narrator
See things differently
Internally
Ignoring or oblivious
to what's happening
Externally
Trying to undo
Years of hurt
Years of distrust
Years spent
making same old mistakes
Seeing things
As better
Plasters and banages
Over wounds
Won't heal them
If they are still
Infected and unclean
*
Oh
look
Awake again
Another morning
Face the day or fade away
Ending it all, is not the way
At least
not today
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Author's Notes: I'm okay...or will be.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
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Comments (12)
OOF! Bowling ball, meet gut ❤
I always appreciate the honesty in your work, my friend! Some really deep stuff here and I want to send you a hug ❤️ I loved the decision in the ending. I've been on a bit of a break from Vocal but I'll be back soon to read more of your amazing words! 🤗
I agree with Dharrsheena, but I also respect the honesty of your work, as always. The ending was perfect. 👏🏼
Sir Paul, you're being too hard on yourself. You gotta forgive yourself and let it go. But I hope writing this made you feel better 🍩🥐
So glad you're ok! So grateful for your Vocal contributions!
Not today, my friend. And tomorrow is just another. One day at a time.
Deep.
Hey, brutally honest, but somehow sweet and comforting. Really great poem, hits the core of things. Applause!
I like this. And I consider the J & H in all of us some days... Stay strong!💪
I don’t know what you are going through, but I do really hope all is alright in your world or that it will be like you said. Thanks for sharing that great but depressing song lol I haven’t heard that band before.😊
Such raw emotion here, Paul. You truly opened your heart to us in this poem. Thank you for that gift.
You have such a way with words; describing this feeling of like surprise you’re still here, but resigned to the fact if won’t be like that always. This too shall pass