I danced as the water fell down,
Then left wet footprints across the floor.
Clean, but not new,
I dwell on the future that awaits me.
I use the future's name in vain,
So that I may truly ruminate on the past.
Stains run deeper than water can soothe,
My wounds are sewn shut, but the stitches still show.
I am recovering.
Recovering - another word that I say in vain:
I am improving, then crashing and burning,
Dusting myself off, then succumbing
To the darkness once again.
Yesteryear's scars are covered with yesterday's wounds,
My wounds, my art, my failure...
My scars, my life, my relapse, my recovery.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
