Spring feels like salvation now
And every breath is a luxury
The urge to laugh creeps up on me
Like the darkness once did
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I smile as much as
I once wept
I feel the sun on my face
More than I once felt the tears
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I climbed the mountain
Reached the clouds
Touched the stars
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I forgave my reflection
And learnt to love her
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I changed the bandages
And found the wounds
No longer bleeding
Found the scars had faded
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The memories are just
Trinkets under my bed
What once was storms
Is now green grass
I sanded back the anger
Wrapped it in tissue paper
And placed it somewhere
I would never touch it again
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I am dancing in the sky
Inhaling peace and
Digesting joy
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And none of it would have happened
If I’d pulled that trigger
In 2017
Or jumped off that cliff
In 2019
Or hung that rope
In 2023
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I am basking in happiness
And it would never have happened
If I gave up on myself
All those times I wanted to
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Beautiful poem, Poppy. Sometimes we need to taste the bitter to appreciate the sweet. I especially loved this, "I sanded back the anger / Wrapped it in tissue paper / And placed it somewhere / I would never touch it again"
'I forgave my reflection - And learnt to love her' is such an excellent line Poppy. I actually sat back and hummed at it because i felt it in my chest!
Whenever dark thoughts roll in, I tell myself “this is the worst its going to feel. It will feel softer than this tomorrow.” It’s worked every time, because every time I feel the overwhelm, I remember I’ve walked out of it before
💗💗💗 Wow, Poppy. Beautiful beautiful work. I am so happy for the speaker of this poem. And that metaphor in stanza 6 on anger is stunning.
Glad you are here to still be inhaling joy and putting your poems out into the world
Beautiful! I really liked: “The memories are just Trinkets under my bed” & especially love the triumphant conclusion!💖🤗
Inspirational!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
My goodness this is a beautiful and bittersweet poem.