Overcoming Misery

I miss your face, your voice and everything about you,
But there is nothing I can do to get it all back. I wish that
I can scream until my voice is gone and my throat is blue.
Sometimes I wish my heart would give up and get a flat
Line. I wish I can punch a wall until there is no more of it
Left. I want to feel bloodied, bruised, empty and numb
Rather than feeling every single emotion that will hit
Me all at once. Darling, I know that there will be some
Parts of me that are missing because you have them,
But I do not want them back and now they are a part
Of you. It is like the flower that blossoms and grows
Like a weed on the sidewalk. I thought I would be smart
And wise enough to not play with fire, but the shadows
Are creeping up on me. I have succumbed to the misery
Trying to weigh me down, but I have to think of the other
Flowers that bloom in the darkness and light. The mystery
Of escaping the inner turmoil and things that smother
Me like a pillow are no longer trying to make its way
To the surface. Misery is no longer a friend of mine as
It sneaks in like a poison and cancer. It attempts to stay
And manifest into dreams that go to die. It has
Become despair and hopelessness. The best thing to
Do is to fight it and fight it again until there is only you.