i am wayfaring my way out of my own head.
i know not where i am going,
i may also know not what i am doing.
but--i know what i no longer choose to do:
i will never again become intoxicated by my own self-sought agony.
my eyes are opening.
my eyes are opening.
flutter, flutter.
close, open. close. open. open. open.
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Author:
Mercurial Voice (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 23rd, 2021 16:00
- Comment from author about the poem: this is a passage about learning to be kind to myself again. an ode to mental health recovery, really.
- Category: Forgiveness
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Beautiful piece and message ♡
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