Note: This one requires a bit of context. I had to write a poem as a school assignment, I think reflecting on the past year. I had to transfer to a different school because of my mental issues and I slowly began entering Recovery Mode. The part with the quotation marks is a reference to when I started EMDR.
It's weird because now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I had gone through the breakup yet or not. I seem pretty optimistic so like... I must have been, right? Hmm.
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danger, come quick! we might be sick!
call an angel to come over
save us both with her tricks
stuck in this hole, can we unroll
the memories of the past
and smooth out my wrinkled soul?
wings are intact; wrinkled, in fact
lost the vision of the future,
stuck looking back at the past
mindfulness tea, eyes split to three
im growing dizzy, blurring vision,
nothing left i can see
ill care, and hold out for anything
just save me from this den of sin, undo
summer came close,
took me away from an oasis
brain is exposed,
and losing that sleep makes me fade away
so as it goes,
the numbers run out and im free to breathe
saved by a rose,
finally time opens up for the last train home
reading again, eyes a bit strained,
i learn to function again
all of these headaches explained
time is such stress, world still a mess,
the feeling leaves but still returns
takes toll just to regress
what is a must, teeth ground to dust
these eyes are burning no more
the third has grown bits of rust
i care, i'll hold out for anything
i'm safe? is this home free from sin?
art is a blessing, bury me in it
glass full or missing?
i'll savor it, redo
wave flag of truce,
eyes once shut tight are now wide again
words to deduce,
i will try to let loose and will drift away
blissful recluse,
the whispering air leads her home again
color of spruce,
her bright eyes bringing way to the light and love
"oh, sweet little angel, have you not lost your way?
can my wings hold you tighter? are yours lost in the bay?"
i begin to awaken, as she starts to pray
"i would love nothing more than to bask in this day"
i barely could stand being lost in that land
she steadies my hand and it goes just as planned
as soon as i'm living, i am used up again
just as soon as i'm broken, i am free once again
with this knowledge held tight, and this blood in my veins
i can finally move further from the place i was slain
my anger is buried, yet i savor the pain
against all the odds, from fate i am unchained
the love of my craft brings me back to the past
the color returns and i'm free, free at last
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