Sunday, 9 April 2017

Cracking Of Eggshells (April 9, 2017)

The black ink
Lays on the page
Like dried blood
Before me.

Clotting up
A long opened wound
From long suppressed

Within my soul
A consuming fire burn
So bright
To devour me
With an angry rage.

Like a tsunami
To drown my soul.

The sluice gates
Open up
From the levee.

Blowing across
My soulscape
Winds of self-condemnation
Telling me

A so tired
Of this constant struggle
Just want to rest
And let the pain go.


Therisa © 2017

Author's note: Been having a very rough period, for the past 3 days, with very negative emotions and very low self-worth, as I have been isolating myself, from the world, real time and cyber-wise. I know, isolating myself, is wrong, but I don't feel strong enough, to walk, outside of my apartment, right now.

1 comment:

  1. First, I VERY much like the new look of your blog. Very pleasing.

    Second, I know how exhausting the struggle can be, kiddo. It is okay to take time to rest, to withdraw, to be gentle with yourself. You are so far from being a failure. You have survived your history, and you write poems that will help lead others out of their own painful forests of despair.


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