Each wound leaks and oozes, life escapes.
Faintly aware, hard surface below my face.
I hear mummers, unclear. I fade in and out.
My life’s austere, kindness in drought.
Profound depths of hate.
The mental downward spiral, full of disgrace.
The pain overwhelms, death is wished.
I'll survive.
I have to, if I want to exist.
I need to survive to end this hell.
I need to let go, pain to quell.
Liberation from situation, ends with sacrifice to empathy.
Spawns a new character, what kind, a calculated entropy.
Construe this,
overcome my torture,
chew it, swallow it, rise from the abyss.
I turn pain into power, past fear, not fearless.
About the Creator
Felista Estep Sutherland
I’m here to offer my creations created in a place far beyond my own modern reality. A place that is past the perceived hells and in a magical space of total existence that holds no laws, no boundaries, and only infinite possibilities.
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👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 yes a powerful poem!