Milestones have come and gone. I’ve survived when others haven’t. Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant. I pine for the me that once was. Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded! Like an echo through an underpass. Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes. With time this will get better- the most vitriolic expression!
Glittering like diamonds Edges that slice with precision. ~ Just the right angle and Faceted brilliance radiates. ~ Like strung rubies, silky smooth A red so deep and lustrous. ~ No pain, just pulsing relief Then, a little red circle appears. ~ Renewed commitment to remain. ~ Hedging bets that benevolent strangers will reason me away ~ from a ledge on which I was teetering. ~ Pathos and conversation To startle muddled thoughts. ~ Did i write poetry?...