I've been crawling through the ashes for so long,
I don't know what it feels like
to not be burning.
When does this ache end?
When does the fire stop consuming
every inch of my soul?
When will I be whole?
I just want to find happiness
in the things that I love,
joy in my life again.
But I feel like this all-consuming fire
will never set me free,
and I will just burn into a crisp.
No phoenix rising,
just a pile of ash,
wishing that things could have been different,
that I'd have made better choices.
I wonder what it's like
to not feel like everything is on fire
and pretend that I'm fine.
I'm not fine.
I haven't been fine in a long time,
and the clock just keeps ticking
and ticking away
until someday
I don't wake up.
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Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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