I want my life to be extraordinary
when I was a child 
I promised to live every minute without apology  
now I have realised, living every minute  
means living every second within all those minutes 
by extension, it means living every hour 
every day  
every life without apology 
I am trying to remember that I am so achingly alive  
I can feel the depth of pain so fully  
bones cracking and blood rushing through veins  
I read a poem aloud to my bedroom walls last night 
pacing up and down because it had me so on-edge 
the more I read, the more breathless I became
living every second does sound exhausting 
but living doesn’t always have to be loud or intense 
I don’t need constant bated breath 
or tachycardia-inducing anticipation 
living does not have to be indignant  
it can be soft
warm
gentle  
it doesn’t need to pull me along by the wrist 
it can hold my hand  
kiss my knuckles 
trace my fingers
living can be sleepy
I stayed in bed with my sister until midday  
and lived every second of it  
every second, minute 
hour 
day, life
I am so sickeningly alive 
the depth of my pain 
is almost unbearable  
pulverising and putrid  
but so is my happiness 
and my love 
I feel surrounded by darkness  
because the light is stored inside of me 
droplets of it seep through my eyes 
the pores I have tried to hide 
pouring out of my fingertips when I write 
beaming light  
breath-taking light 
there are sunflowers wrapped around my ribcage 
and they face in all directions 
because the light is so consistently bright
daisies on my lungs 
roses on my heart 
sometimes the thorns pierce through 
but the light 
the unapologetic light 
the blazing, unquenchable light 
shines straight on the pinpricks of torn flesh 
they cannot hide
they remain exposed, revealed 
until they heal
I want my life to be extraordinary  
but just knowing I hold all of that inside 
is extraordinary 
I am so passionately alive
I am still a child
I will still promise to live with every breath
every heartbeat  
every laugh  
tear
pinprick of darkness amongst light 
I will live extraordinarily
unapologetically  
and finally,
something will feel right.
13:54pm – 25/10/23.
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	Chloe S (Pseudonym) ( Offline) Offline)
- Published: August 1st, 2024 15:51
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Comments1
A most interesting write. Keep writing.
i absolutely will. couldn't live otherwise!
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