i don’t cry anymore
but that doesn’t mean
that there is no pain
inside of this heavy heart
i carry things inside of me
that would tear you apart
but you cannot see
the demons that live
behind my ribcage
and whisper in my ear
you cannot feel the weight
of the grief
and the pain
that run through my veins
but if you look closely
the curve of my shoulders
the slump in my spine
and the downward tilt
of the head that should be held high
hint at the weight of the words
that run through my brain
and hold me down
like an anchor at sea
i am drowning in my own emptiness
and sometimes you can see
reflected in my glassy eyes
the shadow of a life
that loss has taken from me
i may not have cried
as many tears as i should
but they don’t come easily
to an empty house
and that is what i have become
abandoned
dusty
and decayed
like the cob-web filled cavity
of my chest
where the lungs
barely breathe
croaking and coughing
as they fight for each breath
the weight of grief has bent me
yet somedays
it weighs nothing at all
and that
is almost harder to bear
because i can write pages
about pain
but there are not enough words
to describe the huge nothing
that seals the gaping wound
inside of me
and stills the storm
of grief
and anxiety
that should be raging
a quiet mind is the heaviest weight
because it leave me nowhere to hide
and that
is more terrifying
than you know
weight // 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...
