I don't think I'm done bleeding out all of this pain, as yet.
It still sits within me;
Pouring out at all times of the day,
Especially when I wake up from a night's rest.
I will bleed it all out.
All these open,
All these infested, infected wounds.
And when all the anguish has seeped out of me ---
Spiders rushing out from within me ---
A black current ---
I will reach chrysalis.
And - hopefully - for a while to come -
I will be happy, again.
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
