Five Stages of Grief

I think with horror

Red dashes form a massive no

I do not trust life

Rage fills my white bones

Thoughts of past traumas grow big

A rose turns pitch-black

Myself prays to God

Agreements and deep focus

Is this your bright plan?

Uninterst opens

I can't do this anymore

Addiction unfolds

Long gold strings connect

The cycle of abuse stops

Trust rises in me