If words are as powerful as they say,
The why do they not wash away
The sadness that I feel today?
Why does writing not keep the suffocating realisations at bay?
Why can't I seem to say the things that will lift this weight
From my chest
And sweep away the darkness that is drowning my soul?
Why can I never seem to find a way to tell you
How absolutely and utterly
Impossible
It is to breathe without you in my life?
If words have such power,
Then why do they not hold sway
Here in my broken heart
Why can't they free me from these iron chains
That bind me to this sinking ship
And give my weary eyes
A rest?
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
