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Dear Indestructible
undo the idea
that we must be fixed
to live the days we deserve,
that breathing requires bandages
as we suck down lungfuls of hope
into our last remaining fuck
healing was never the journey,
existing was
it was listening
to the blunt struck chords
of your nervous system
to hear distorted music
as you shuffled to the sound
it was the dawn silence
as you placed one shuddering foot
in-front of another, out of alignment
longing for the earthly warmth
of a prayer-soaked sun
healing was never the journey,
howling was
it was the skin clutch
beneath dirt-stained fingernails
that knew nothing of grace,
only how to plunge hands
into what calls us home
it was Ophelia floating
on her deathbed of tears
pivoting perfectly between
gasping and eternity
as those clouds rolled on
healing was never the journey,
living was
because we are all
fragments of endless suffering
piecing together jigsaws of pain
without a box to view
that bigger picture
and you never needed saving,
never needed rapture daily,
no warnings, or fanfares
or that idea that to be loved
your heart must be forgiven
to be solid
to be one
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Yesterday 4:10pm
I'm with Willows on this. So much to unpack, contemplate, and reread for the pleasure of the exquisite wording.
Yesterday 4:28pm
I really like the lyrical shape and flow of this. Relating existing/howling/living. It has been interesting to watch your growth over the years. You have a knack for using word craft to express as well as personify the illness. Know...that this is not for nothing. Not trying to sound like Pinhead from the Hellraiser franchise, but your suffering is very productive, and you certainly haven't wasted that.
Yesterday 5:13pm
Spoken like a true warrior with spear, bow and arrow, perhaps an ax, somehow it felt like a prayer. One to the self as to set intentions. Your poetic shield is cross stitched in clear patterns. I think this letter in a bottle drifted over slowly , in ways both merciless and merciful. I was going to say it also read a bit Plath like in the precise scalping of the words but maybe going to throw your ax at me so I will just shut down.
