recovery is a hill
For Real Poetic’s Anniversary Unofficial Challenge!
anguish comes first in waves
nausea rising in my sour throat
never forgotten, especially not
in the here and now; wounds open up again, seeming so
visible and stark against my broken skin, and the fear is palpable
eating away at my fragile heart
reel it in and breathe deep; now i stand proud and tall
sending the memories away with a mighty command
allowing them to wash over me like water
recovery is a steep, never ending hill, and yet
yearning for a future again is where i have found myself
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Thank you so much to Real Poetic for the inspiration! Everyone check out her unofficial challenge here:
About the Creator
angela hepworth
I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope; I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.
-Madoka
I’m Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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