I break myself in two
somehow convinced I will always lose
my heart
afraid of the dark
for so long the light in her
lived apart,
separated,
more than jaded,
how can you convince
a made up mind,
to leave behind
the fantasy it plays with
alongside the demons,
every night.
If it's a war,
I'm unarmed.
How do I have all these battle scars?
My brain's the one doing the harm.
They say
medicate,
or meditate,
and exercise can free the mind
they don't consider that
maybe I
was born
allergic to the light.
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (3)
This was really felt.
Beautiful and deep as always. Lovely poem!
This poem is raw and deeply honest, capturing the weight of inner battles with such power. The contrast between light and darkness is beautifully woven, especially in the haunting final line. Your words leave a lasting impression, full of emotion and truth.