Soft cool sheets of snow the clouds laid out for me
The only colors around settle in my skin and evergreens
I could melt a hole in the earth to it’s core
And the birds left me behind to rot till I'm raw
I'll wait in salty snow drenched in my cardinal excess
Until my sunken face fills, till my carcass feels sprouts caress
The earth claws and gnaws, I want it to
I plunge into terror, I just don't know what to do
Snow is too cold too strident
I want to dive in, drown in it
It won't let me, my body caked in grime
My body flinches and shakes every time, every time
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Author:
Neil.E (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I felt things were getting better, when I thought maybe she'd finally leave me alone. When I thought I was feeling better I would sit outside and stare up at the sky, and everything would feel okay. When she didn't, or when I would crash again, I became very suicidal. Even so, whenever I came close to a real attempt, I would get scared and stop. I know, cowardly right? I wrote this about the highs and lows of that time in my life, no matter how bad things got, how low I felt. No matter how much I wanted to give up, something in me couldn't and I'm glad I stuck around. I'm glad I didn't let her win. I'm glad I found moments of peace in the storm.
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Not cowardly. Why would life want to kill itself? Something in me too wanted to live. And would you agree that it takes more courage to live our unique potential?
Best wishes.
thank you, I was mostly poking at myself, I'm glad we're still here
So am I!
Good poem and I am glad you find moments of peace.
They were liars from the start and their father is the father of it.
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