Strength
to get out of bed weighed down with woes
when every step seems so small
insignificant in the face of the journey
to be kind even to the unkind
when every word is broken glass
shards shredding skin like wet paper
to eat what is healthy
when there is comfort to be had
salt and butter and sugar and death
to tell painful truths
when health is hell and life is a lie
a grinning skull for a face
to live with whispers
when De Sade sails in the Ear’s canal
ugly words hidden in the babbling water
to stand in shadow
when the world stands in sunlight
wondering what warmth feels like
A lot of things went into this. Depression, anxiety… things I feel and think when my meds wear off.
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"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but, while we're here, we might as well dance."—Unknown
—L
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