Heal my poison
by charting its properties,
deconstructing
and targeting
every last strain,
can you like
what is left?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Heal my poison
by charting its properties,
deconstructing
and targeting
every last strain,
can you like
what is left?
Accept the lost potential
and cradle it
in its last moments,
soothing its passing
and praying
your own end
won’t be as tragic
or lonely.
Transfer into understanding,
becoming acquainted
with mattering
and self-worth.
One step at a time
to breathe
for yourself.
Ingest poison
but paralyse its progress,
sitting with death
in a stalemate
and praying your will
is as strong
as you hoped
it could be.
Their actions
shaped your future,
warped any success
into suspicion
and reluctant acceptance.
Will you stop there?
Let your dedication
prove them wrong.
Question your purpose
and offer your life
as expendable,
will someone defend it?
Or agree
that you were
always a mistake
destined
to be sacrificed.
Return to a story
put on hold
while emotions
wandered
to another tale.
Did they grow?
Do they understand
why knowledge
can be painful.
Reset your body
to feel tired
and crave healthy.
Don’t give in
to quick escapes
and one day,
maybe,
you will wake
to energy
and opportunity.
Calculate your substance
and prepare its release
to survive the day
in the right way.
You are trying,
and that counts
for everything.
Travel through
any pain
to carry on
and hope again.
It sounds simple enough,
so why is it
so hard today?
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