Am I the subject of your ire.
In my attempts to save you did I do something wrong?
Did I handle your heart too softly.
After all you went through I thought it right.
Everything I did was for you.
Yet I still feel your rage.
I still feel the void.
I pushed it down and thought I was saving you.
But it was you I was trying to drown, wasn't it?
The bearer of all things me.
My child.
My heart.
My love.
Myself.
What have I done so wrong.
That I no longer know myself.
Come back and save me.
Teach me things I've forgotten while fighting for my life.
Bring the light back.
Help me see the path we should take.
My other half.
With no regard to my logic.
Bring the destructive power of our emotions.
And ruin me with the warmth of rage.
Bash me to pieces for my misdeeds.
When it's all done.
I'll hold you in my battered arms.
And for the first time.
I'd love myself.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
