There's a power in dates
Like the power of words
It's a quiet power that creeps in
In the dead of night
Under doors and through cracked windows
It crawls along the floor
Softly falling over itself
An invisible fog
Slouching over scattered bits of life
Slow and comforting
But always coming
Like the monster under your bed
It reaches up so silently one would never know
Wispy tendrils looking petal soft
Hook,
Tear,
Rip into vulnerable flesh
Faster than hate in a crowd
Gone is the gentle curls
Lightening streaks shred
Every part of the soul weeping with blood
And yet,
It remains without a sound
Suddenly there is nothing more prominent
More pressing
Than the ultimate crush
The all consuming emptiness
The ten ton weight settled in your chest
Those numbers
That day
Those memories
That moment
Haunting my dreams
Haunting my quiet moments
Haunting every breathe
Four letters cannot explain the power
Countless doctors cannot explain the power
Pills cannot hide the pain
The biggest trick the pain, the power plays
It tricks your mind
It is not an intruder
It is already settled deep within
It is a cancer
Made of you; changed by another
There is no cure for yourself
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My Healing; My Pain
Poesiathis is the start of not hiding my emotions and writing everyday to let them out TRIGGER WARNING: DO NOT READ IF SEXUAL VIOLENCE, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, OR PANIC ATTACKS TRIGGER YOU
