I look my reflection in the eye until I don’t want to inject blame through the glass, until I don’t still hope the syringe bruises her skin. I watch her cry until I forgive her, until she looks more like a survivor than a shell.
I tie my insecurities to the pyre, burn them and their petty curses, let the wind collect their ashes, scatter them on untouchable lands.
Press my knife to depression’s throat, slice it open, watch it bleed out of me - turn to hope in the sunlight.
Anxiety is buried alive. I watch it suffocate in the same way it stole the air from me so many times - Ruthlessly, violently, overwhelmingly. Watch it die the same way I thought I would.
I fasten a weight around fear’s ankle. Watch as it sinks. Watch as I don’t.
I will take all my negative thoughts to the gallows. Read their last rites. Hang them myself.
This is me celebrating at their wake. This is me greeting tomorrow as if it is my salvation (not my death warrant).
Reminder: My 1.2.3. Challenge only has 8 days left to enter!!! I'm loving the entries so far but hope to see more.
Author's Note: Writing the 'Dear Narcissist' Series was so cathartic and reading people's comments was so interesting so I've decided to start another series of poems. 'Metamorphosis Chronicles' will hopefully be more hopeful than my other poems but only time will tell if I can actually manage that.😂 It might end up that it just takes me a lot longer to write each one. Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!
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