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An Honest Catharsis
my mind swirls,
like water to the drain
whenever I’ve finally gotten
the moxie to pull the plug
I want to let it all go,
rapidly, fluidly
slipping
through the grate,
nothing to stop me
from disappearing
I don’t want to write
or spill
or create;
I don’t want to share
myself with you
anymore
I want to scream,
my voice clawing
it’s way from my throat
until every dark thing
hiding in my bones
finds itself staring
at me from the outside
I want to come apart
ripping at the seams
like the faded jeans
I’ve been threatening
with my gluttony
as this isolation,
my flower-fueled hunger
drags on
and on
and on
but I will write
and I will purge
these frantic ramblings,
the bitter contents
coming up like acid
at the last minute
if need be;
these small obligations
linked together
form the solid chains
that hold me safely
away from myself;
an honest catharsis
is the grass that grows
along the path
that brings me back
like water to the drain
whenever I’ve finally gotten
the moxie to pull the plug
I want to let it all go,
rapidly, fluidly
slipping
through the grate,
nothing to stop me
from disappearing
I don’t want to write
or spill
or create;
I don’t want to share
myself with you
anymore
I want to scream,
my voice clawing
it’s way from my throat
until every dark thing
hiding in my bones
finds itself staring
at me from the outside
I want to come apart
ripping at the seams
like the faded jeans
I’ve been threatening
with my gluttony
as this isolation,
my flower-fueled hunger
drags on
and on
and on
but I will write
and I will purge
these frantic ramblings,
the bitter contents
coming up like acid
at the last minute
if need be;
these small obligations
linked together
form the solid chains
that hold me safely
away from myself;
an honest catharsis
is the grass that grows
along the path
that brings me back
Published 21st Apr 2020
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22nd Apr 2020 2:26am
Oh yeah! Das the stuff! I love your poety! 💖💖💖
Barf it up for the hungry little page birds!👑
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Barf it up for the hungry little page birds!👑
🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥
22nd Apr 2020 3:56am
23rd Apr 2020 9:23pm
Pain is the shell through which we break to awareness. It's something that I try to remind myself, when I am in the midst of it. Something beautiful is coming. I love the raw candor of this spill sugah.
24th Apr 2020 2:39am
Thank you so much, Daniel. This challenge is leaving me little room to hide and so I’m finding a lot of raw spillage happening 💜.
24th Apr 2020 4:05am
24th Apr 2020 4:07am
25th Apr 2020 7:41am
Incredibly powerful writing, Luna.... packed with emotion and intensity! I loved the analogy in the first stanza also...!
Pen on :)
Pen on :)
25th Apr 2020 1:14pm
25th Apr 2020 1:15pm
30th Jun 2020 12:29pm
Love this piece. Damn, you are amazing in your depth with simple words to describe you, your pain, your becoming. I wrote a poem "crone, sage of age", my dear you are there. Your pain will become your crone crown of many points, made of hardened steel as a reflection of your growth and the path. Thank you for such insight and your description of it it and how it is written Beautiful.
2nd Jul 2020 1:47pm
