At times I would overdose, with the
bane of my life I would
cry so hard.
I,
would choke on exasperation;
coughing up profanity.
My,
mind snagged on the
Edge of my insanity!
I,
self medicated; pouring my faith
and hope into my mind.
I,
had to cleanse my behavioural pattern
which stopped me blossoming,
and wilted my maturity
or,
I would shut my
eyes for..
..eternity!
I will be forever riddled with the
side effects of recovery;
but I have to manage
the debris and restore
my sanity.
The existence of my demons are buried; but still dwell;
lying dormant in shallow recesses,
preying in hell..
..upon my vulnerability.
But,
with my confidence
maturing once
again..
..I..
have the upper hand
of their ability.
I,
will swallow; whatever it takes
to survive.
And I..
..will be, the epitome
of recovery from my
own epiphany.
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Author:
Poetic25 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2018 12:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Reflecting on my life
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
really good poem michael 🙂 you express yourself so well . charlotte x
Thank you charlotte,
for reading and lovely comments
Michael 🙂
Really good poem and self expression. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Christina
and for reading
Michael 🙂
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