Coming to Terms with Mental Illness

Mon, 10/31/2016 - 23:03 -- marmia

I never will forget

All the things that I’ll regret

And all the memories that passed me by

 

For it was like a haze

A bleak denial infused craze

A thick black fog covering the night sky

 

And now the haze is gone

And I can feel the sun

Feel as it burns my tender unmarked skin

 

But I'm finally moving forward

And my hard work is paying off

No longer resetting instantly to ‘begin’

 

Yes the way forward brings dread

I never want to leave my bed

And sometimes I want to scream and holler "why?"

 

But I know if I stick to it

That I can really do it

I’ll leap forward and leave this grind behind

 

You may look at me

Be disappointed in what you see

But I have a special secret deep inside

 

One day I’ll rise above the rest

Put my endurance to the test

Prove that for me I am the best

 

And on that day I’ll fly

Yes on that day I’ll fly

This poem is about: 
Me

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