i am not flexible
i am resistant to change
always have been
and probably always will be
partly
because i am afraid
of what will be lost
and of what i will gain
maybe my fear of moving on
has to do with the phobia
of forgetting
because
to me
moving forward
means letting go
and letting go
means forgetting
and forgetting
the things that once gave me joy
is both a weight off my shoulders
and my worst nightmare
because the memories hurt
but the thought of losing something
that meant so much to me
even so long ago as back then
is harder to bear
than the pain
that the recurring thoughts
etch into my skin
the loss
searing hot
and roaring flames
the crackling and spitting
as if they are venomous
and out for my blood
i am not flexible
because fear
rules me
but that
is going to change
i am not flexible // m.p.
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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...
