Words drool,
are drawled
or scrawled
on ripped paper;
notes passed to a lover.
Voice soft & slowed,
but still they will come out,
like that soaked spout
the spider never could climb up.
They pour
like a tropical storm;
if you stepped into it,
you’d be beaten down to the floor
& inexplicably no more.
How can you bear the weight?
Sort what I have just said
into some semblance of
a human state?
How can you hear darkness?
What do you do with it?
I can only whisper
& wait
til it’s my turn again.
Recovery;
such a hideous word
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I'll tell you when 'recovery' is a hideous word to me. When I read of some celebrities recovering in rehab. They make me sick!
It's a very difficult & painful subject. It's often used in a positive sense, but it's also a terrible & traumatic stage. Very tough for those going through it & their loved ones. Anyway, thanks for reading ❤
I guess when your trying to heal .., a lot of emotions can come up .. an interesting read , good way with words ) at the end there will be more light than dark
Yes I hope so, thank you x
Darkness needs to be transformed into light ....
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