The mind in darkness was submerged,
Couldn't breathe to life;
Life had me submerging.
I was lost in the whirlwind of my thoughts,
My mind became a tear jacker.
Yet I knew deep within
I couldn't break these iron chains of pain.
Tears are on my face,
Hoping every word
Will mop up the tears on the floor,
Searching for the light every morning in the tunnel vision.
I'm a soul that wants to shine without a candle.
On this journey to recovery,
I'll transform like a butterfly
And see the light and the battle scars;
They'll tell a story of battles fought in the darkest pit of the night,
Like freedom fighters,
And the glory, like a dove, will shine upon my head.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
