Breath

Therapy

Write the things that hurt

      They said

Write about the long nights

      When the moon is dim

      And the stars don't shine

      And the darkness is so suffocating

      That you forget about the light

Write about the silence that kills you

      When the sun is about to abandon the sky

      And the clouds are trapped in colors of kindly warning

      Disguising the pain of the chill to come

      With a warmth that tells you lies

      And a quiet that only breeds madness inside

Write about the things that hurt

      When your heart starts to ache

      And you feel like you can't cry anymore

      And you lay down

      Only to memorize every crack and crevice

      Every little imperfection

      That you never really notice

      That litters your ceiling

Because when you write it

     It makes it real

And when you read it

      It makes it fiction

And when you finally look in the mirror

And have the strength to rip it apart

. . .

It makes it conquerable.