It was meant to be my penance Self-imposed punishment But in time I grew to love the pain I inflicted on myself I became addicted To the torment inside Eating me alive I gave in To masochistic tendencies Allowing the disease To take over And infect my mind I gave it control Over my entire […]

I close my eyes Drift off to sleep Float away To a far away place Where the night never ends Yet the stars never shine Walking a path Lined with dule* trees Ropes hanging from long dead boughs And each tree named After a regret A failure A trauma from my past Every demon living […]

Fog Descends Blinding Deafening Yet comforting In its silence Suffocating But keeping me safe From the toxic atmosphere Of the world around me   In response to the Word of the Day prompt: fog

I like these days When it’s cloudy The skies are dark and grey And like a mother’s touch It brings me comfort Because at least I know In these moments It isn’t just me For whom the sun Refuses to shine   Belated response to the weekend’s Word of the Day prompts; cloudy and motherly

Cold steel in my hand Shimmering I flick my thumb across the blade The soft ping reverberates in my ears The edge is keen Ready I need a release I long for catharsis I wield the knife And begin to cut   I always find cooking to be so therapeutic

If my life were a movie You wouldn’t need an actor To play me; The writers would surely cut my character Before the film ever saw the light of day And I’d be just another discard With all life’s other rejects on the cutting room floor

One of the many keys To my survival is finding The often elusive upside And each cloud’s silver lining   Always searching For a positive to take From every disaster From all my mistakes   And every lesson I learn Is a chance to grow It’s a victory to me No matter how hollow   […]

There is so much I must still learn Things I need to know But no-one can teach me Because I cannot be taught I learn from experience Through sights and sounds Through action and emotion What is written in textbooks Will never be teachable to me I have to see it Hear it Do it […]

I’m digging deep For the memories That I buried Long ago Searching hard For the answers To the questions That I ask Of the world Of myself Of everything I think I know So that I Can satisfy My need to fully Understand The reasons why I cry

I’ve neglected myself Not cared for my health Focused on others But now as I suffer They turn their backs Unable to look As I kneel Head on the block And the headsman, Depression, RaisesĀ his axe