the road
to recovery
is strewn
with shards of a mirror
that cut your feet
and swollen ankles
because you will
always get there
tomorrow.
you will watch
the sun sink
along with your heart
because you have not
given up
yet
but you want to.
you will ask yourself
every morning
why it is still dark
and every night
you will lie with your
eyes wide open.
you will cry
a river
so you can cross
to the other side
only to find
more tears.
you will part
your lips
and silence
your mind
but the voices
will never leave you.
why?
you will see
a stranger
in your bed
and sleep there
anyway
in a body
that is not yours
in clothes
that no longer fit.
it is a long road
if you choose it
it is no road
if you do not.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo3 days ago in Psyche
Comments (3)
No road is smooth, especially the one to recovery. Loved your poem!
Nice work great writing I’m new here so I’ve just dropped a few books❤️
Heartbreakingly beautiful. The last line is indelibly haunting x