Growth

 

Armies of drips falling from my cheeks. 
Too old to live, too young to die. 
I loved you, my heat still sings. 
Good god the pain does kill. 
For now, I stare blankly at blades,
At poison and toxins,
So full of shame. 
I climb into my hole stay a while.
Now my thoughts blanket my body.
Pain surging through me
With faithful progress alive. 
I get up, stumble once. 
And I have learned. 
Grown. 
Away from you, yes. 
Sweet body reclaiming its fears. 
Breaking them like a board in two. 
No more of that, no more. 
I walk away from the nothing. 
I reach out towards the new. 

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