If I stayed
I would’ve been
Letting myself get
Autopsied alive
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If I left I would’ve
Become a carcass
Rotting with guilt
And loneliness
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I couldn’t win
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You left.
Amputated me
Like a limb
Posted your happiness
On a billboard and
Everywhere I might see it
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I swallowed denial
Coughed up infectious realisations
And watched my entire life
Collapse around me
Questions falling like debris
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You won
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I buried myself
Under six feet of anger
Bargained with depression
And clawed at semblances of sanity
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I lost
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There I was
Searching for closure
Watching my ribcage decay
Writing my own eulogy
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You kept winning
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I tried and tried and tried
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But I kept losing
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Now I hold
Summits in my palms
And wear dreams
Like mascara
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I have exhaled
The need for your validation
And inhaled an alleviation
I paid for with 12 months of my life
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The words “I am happy”
Are precious and golden
And finally, finally true
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Who’s won now?
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Poppy
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The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (15)
Your words are so intense and evocative. Just so well written.
beautiful!
I love the flipping of the script at the end, indeed who's won now?? Great piece Poppy, love the whole vibe from start to finish! Leaves me feeling inspired!
Wow
Ooh, that ending!! So positive, but with such baggage... The image of being autopsied alive is terrifying me, even now. "Now I hold Summits in my palms And wear dreams Like mascara" This is my favorite stanza, though. Gorgeous images. I LOVE holding summits in one's palms, and dreams being like mascara; you can finally see them. Just... masterful.
Exceptional!!! Wonderful writing
Wow! Gut wrenchingly vivid! So relieved you have finally triumphed and won happiness.
It's definitely you who won! Loved your poem so much!
Stunning! So much pain and tension and then so triumphant in the final stanzas! Great poem, Poppy!
Soul ripping slam; your poetry breaks me.
Beautiful
Such a beautiful poem and very relatable.
I SO wanted that ending. Beautiful poem
Beautiful piece. Love these lines especially, though the whole thing is so wrought with emotion "The words “I am happy” Are precious and golden And finally, finally true"
"I buried myself Under six feet of anger Bargained with depression And clawed at semblances of sanity" I love this verse more than I feel fully qualified to explain. I have felt this exact thing more times than I can count. Buried myself under six feet of anger, the feeling of having died, unable to feel ought else but that rage. The all consuming fire that tears down our sanity and drives us into the ground. This was a truly beautiful poem, Poppy! Loved it