I once thought beauty was the sun.
The burning orb floating above us
its power and light in flawless harmony, its perfection unique.
And then I saw the way the waves swallowed its grace,
the world turning dark; I realised
its beauty was
temporary.
In the darkness I looked up,
searched for a beacon to guide me
when loneliness encased me,
when my skin crawled with self-hatred,
when my mind burned for the man with the scythe.
I saw the moon.
I saw it bursting through the darkness
its very soul emanating
from the core within it,
its love reflecting off of every droplet of water.
I realised its beauty was far greater;
for although it is not in balance
and although every piece of it does not fit,
still it shines bright through every obscurity that encloses it
and threatens to strangle the hope it brings.
Every night it is stronger than the darkness
And every night it takes my breath away.
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Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
