I look for a bottle, a small one.
After a lot of thought and quite some searching,
a pretty glass jar with a cork was found.
Tiny enough to fit in the palm of my hand, unseen
Delicate and strong, or fragile and young,
it depends on how you see it, really.
I go to the cabinet now – holding the secrets of life
in small tiny pills, some colourful and some white.
With all my raw materials I shall now sit,
creating a potpourri of pills.
I soon hold the jar, transformed and full
Each tablet unique and with purpose.
And as I finish my project, I’m calm, finally calm
My anxieties kept busy and distracted.
It’s so easy to trick the human mind
into believing a future (the irony),
with our present actions.
I close my eyes and savour
The blank emptiness that could be mine
Before I get up and walk away,
Stepping on glass, still a prisoner to time.
-the positivity of black
Black and death is not positive… Thoughts are lying to you.
Well written I must say and powerful with emotional vibes.
I know that dark place to will but I also know it will also end. Just ride it out. It’s hard af but it can be done, I did it.
Perpetual madness of the mind
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Loving yourself, it’s important
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💕 Where did that strength come from?
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Thank you so much for your support, Michelle 🙂
I just read your post about how we always look at our strength in hindsight and that’s so true!
We have all been on the rollercoaster of pain and my way of riding it out is through writing.
P.S. The same goes out to you as well – I’m always available if you need to talk.
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