SOME REALIZATIONS
Few good apples have called my heart home
The bad apples make their way to me and
See me as an opportunity.
An opportunity for a soft landing spot to
Their fall from grace.
Have I not reached high enough
To find the apples not
Riddled through with worms
And rotted to mush?
The anger I've suppressed from
Being treated like this over and over again
Is curdling inside of me,
The glumps of emotion
Churning in the pit of my stomach.
Fool me twice, right?
YOU ARE READING
Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
