Poem 23 (I had glass in my hand )

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*Trigger warning*

~I had glass in my hand
~Thoughts chaos
~My heart at despair
~I sliced it like camembert
~On my veins a beautiful pattern
~My body panicking through it all
~A panic attack on the way
~While i end up at the end of a ballroom
~No music just my heart
~My feet not dancing just trembling now
~Stuck in a space with all my thoughts
~I lied when my mum found out
~A excuse i hit like a punch through a wall
~Worked like a charm it did
~ Now -
~Only a tad scar there
~That only i notice every day
~Reminding myself to remain as i am
~With family & friends every day
~I know what hardships i faced
~Been through enough now
~Thought of a reason to never attempt again
~And in turn found millions of those reasons
~To never give up on myself i swear
~As i skim this storm with all my might
~I'll never back down again
~If needed i'll cry
~But i'll never lose
~I'll never let my thoughts control me
~I'll be myself
~Not something that can be fabricated

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