Defect
L. B. Mek said:

I laud writing
as an avenue, to communing
with that most repressed
part of our pain shrivelled selves
excavate deep, dear poet
share with your therapist
all that you need, to be scraped clean
do not let it linger, as gangrene
killing you from inside out
no, now that you have a foothold
to \'a better\'
grab it with impassioned zeal
fight, brethren
Fight, for your breath afforded right
to enjoy, at least some parts of your
life
and it all begins, by scraping
all that hurt, clean
imagine your therapist, as a
surgeon
a tool, to guide you
as you cleanse yourself of this
metaphorical cancer
as best as you can, as you learn
to let go
as you get better, at recognising
your worth
as you grab, what\'s left
for you to claim, as your shards
of happiness
stay strong!
\'Fight the good fight\'
till the very end
\'do not go quite!\'
roar proud your defiance
(sadly all I have
to offer you, are these humble words
of encouragement, yet
I shall wish you all the best
and let you know, I laud
your use of poetry, as utility
to express your fight
and hope, fate has mercy enough
to let you avenge your life
by throwing you a few lucky turns
as a small karmic exchange
for all your hurt...)
stay strong!
this road you\'re embarking on is long
with bruisings n stumbles aplenty
yet i trust, you\'ll find the process worthy
(and please forgive me
if you find my words, toxic
or negative in any way
in my feeble way
I was just trying to encourage)

January 27th, 2023 05:51