All the things I have safely
locked away,
hidden away,
from family and friends
are coming out.
I can't hide away my demons
any longer,
they have grown too powerful
and are ripping me apart.
I see myself in so many moments,
flashing memories
of my dark journey.
Of how many warning signs
were present over the past four years.
Of how I turned to poetry
to discuss my frequent thoughts of stress.
Of how I kept a journal
where I spilled my heart onto the blank pages.
Of how I nearly lept over the edge
and realized how quickly you can fall into darkness.
Of how my stress
manifested into my sleeping and eating patterns.
Of how these thoughts,
are controlling my life.
Of how it wasn't just stress,
it was so much more.
Looking back,
there were so many red flags
that could've saved me all this pain,
if only I was educated properly and knew something was wrong.
And when I did know something was wrong,
if only I had the correct help.
If only that doctor told me
that I was not okay.
If only the therapist
offered me help.
I am unraveling
as I watch my life being picked apart
by family and friends,
all wondering how it started.
Only I know.
I feel like a sweater
being pulled in so many ways,
watching my years worth of secrets
being spooled around.
Soon I will be on full display,
my sweater all gone,
and they all get to see
how truly pathetic and helpless I am.
I built this armor from the first time I was bullied,
seven years ago,
and now I am giving people
ammunition to shoot me down
if they wish.
The sweater was my armor
but now I only have a pile of string.
I'm afraid with all of this sharing
of my dark journey,
of these past four years,
will in the end hurt me more.
Sometimes I wish
that no one cared,
and we can keep pretending
everything is alright,
so I can cry in peace,
drowning in my thoughts.
I don't want to hurt them
with these toxic thoughts
and I am afraid they will turn away,
as soon as they find the secrets
that I stowed away.
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Shadows Into Light
PoésieA collection of my poems which are a mix between sad and depressing to hopeful and bright, but all speak the truth. A poetry collection since 2015. ------ ✯ = featured on a poetry podcast, link available on poem