when you're sick,
sick to your soul
recovery is but a mirage,
a distant hope
to keep you going,
but darling
it's all smoke and mirrors
when you're broken,
broken to your core
recovery is what you hold on to,
a hope that you won't
be this way anymore,
but darling
it's not that easy
with sickness you have
some kind of grip,
you have some way to release,
but with recovery you're stuck
in the desert with no water
and darling
it's a long journey
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
