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Thank you


Thank you.

Your words released me from a cage of suffering I couldn’t unlock myself.

Even if I was baptized in a lake of tears,

I was happy to release them.

They wanted to run like a river from a mountain top,

I just had no idea how to engage in the beginning.

I was desperate to be freed from my own skin,

Desperate to express thoughts through long raspy breathing and choking on my words as I try to comfort myself.

Thank you for handing me that sweet satisfaction as if I won the lottery.

Thank you for voicing yourself,

Touching what I tried so tirelessly to bury deep in the caverns that outline my heart.

Your words reached down inside my throat and grabbed those feelings in forms of words trapped inside,

Effortlessly and gently pulling them from me,

Releasing the toxin I find so familiar.

I have no words to express my gratitude,

No education to explain my relief,

All I have,

Is me now,

to show you.

 
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Poems from the spaces between heartbreak and healing. I write to feel seen, to remember what it means to be human.

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