Cracked wide open
My thoughts,
Attacked by the once sleeping demons
I had inadvertently awakened in a drug induced trip,
Couldn't hold the pressure and
Squealed for release
The Pandora's box which held all my greatest terrors
Released them into my pitiful conscious mind
And there they stayed
For decades
Haunting me
Tormenting me with their lies
The terror overwhelmed me time and time again
But it never totally consumed me
I was bowed as low as the dirt from where I came
Yet I was never broken
In the dirt I grew roots and and shoots and eventually...after it all
Began to bloom.
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Author:
Hisprincesswarrior (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2021 14:04
- Comment from author about the poem: After dabbling in drugs at a festival when I was 22 I had worst \\\"trip\\\" and wrote this 30 years on to try describe experience for final healing.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I love this. The dark may feel all consuming but we always have our fighting spirit driving. Those roots when nurtured can grow into incredibly beautiful and indestructible blooms. Keep it up.
well written, it seems like 'worth'
that has been lovingly
excavated, distilled and refined over time..
thanks for sharing
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